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There is no peace under political regime.

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oh that someone could hold my hand and recognise the shape of it.

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reconciling the knowledge we won’t be lovers in this life with the belief that maybe somewhere, in some parallel universe, there is a version of you and a version of me that find themselves on the same train, heading to nowhere important, and it gets to be the beginning of something.

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all bitches want is to be yearned for.

it’s me, i’m bitches.

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i am stuck in an eternal state of yearning in which i romanticise and fantasise about all the lovers and lives i will never experience.

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as all poets and lovers do, i too will rot with yearning

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speak of me as i am […] of one that loved not wisely, but too well

— Othello, William Shakespeare

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When he touched her, he felt human in the way a glass teetered on the edge of a table —blinding when the sun scattered him, lovely when he slipped into unimaginable ruin.

— Immortal Dark, Tigest Girma

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with the ongoing booktok discourse on this subject, this post is more pertinent than ever.

whether you read spicy romcoms, high fantasy epic adventures, 19th century gothic literature – you are valid as a reader.

everyone reads for different reasons. there is no space for elitism in the book community. criticism is healthy and beneficial when done well, but stop discouraging people from reading because they aren’t picking up the books you deem “worthy”.

not everybody wants to read what you want to read, and they don’t have to. it is not destroying the publishing industry, or ruining literature, i promise.

fuck literary gatekeeping, read whatever you want.

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When Emily Brontë wrote, “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

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all i do is yearn and crave and desire.

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I have lost you longer than I have had you.

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When Emily Brontë wrote, “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

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existence is a grand aspiration.

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august by taylor swift but it’s about everyone i’ve ever loved.

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just a little oscar wilde angst for you all.

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“Most of us … are slaves of longing.”

— bell hooks, Communion