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“I am going to marry somebody that makes me feel like a poem.”

— Lee Smith, Fair and Tender Ladies

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Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.

Rumi (via: poetic-sanctum)

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I want to feel the breeze through my hair. I want to love without limits. I want to kiss with passion. I want to live freely. I want to be careless and drop all fears I have hidden deep inside me. I want to grow in ways that help me be a better person. I want to pour my heart and soul into something that consumes me. I want to live this life before it flashes right before my eyes.

n.s.

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“Will you wait for me?” “Yes.” He answered. “Even if I take too long?” He looked at her, “Well, I may grumble if you take too long,” he smiled, “But I’ll still wait. I will wait if it’s you.”

Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #210 // I will wait only for you (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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Tell me about the things you love, and the things you hate. Tell me what keeps you going, and what makes you falter. Tell me about the things that boil your blood, and the ocean you cry when no one is looking. Tell me anything. Tell me nothing. I will listen. Even when you have nothing but silence to offer. I will still listen.

Lukas W. // I will listen (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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“there aren’t enough words for what should be said in this absence. it has always been a mother with her daughter taken from her by something darker. there is fruit growing in the backyard that you don’t remember planting, but in a year, five years, when you finally find yourself brave enough to crack open a pomegranate it’ll be bitter sweet. and the seeds will get stuck in your teeth, but you’ll smile regardless. the tears will come rushing down your face, the salt will still remind you of the abandonment. twice over, you have been left. your bed empty. your heart empty. but you are a home, holy. there is a future in the pit of your stomach, you just have to plant it.”

— persephone lost // O.L.

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“Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we’re quoting.”

— John Green

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“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

— Neil Gaiman (via wnq-anonymous)

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Azra T  |  @wnq-quotes

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“There are metaphors more real than the people who walk in the street.”

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Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.”

— Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows”

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“Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.”

— Plato

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“In March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. February 1953

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“You are no one’s other half. You are a whole, an enough, a complete being in and of yourself. Falling in love with someone should never ever change that about you.”

— Nikita Gill

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“The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.”

— Ritu Ghatourey

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what if when icarus fell apollo caught him before he hit the sea, arms as warm as the sun, but safer.

what if when ariadne cast the rope across a broken branch aphrodite stepped in with a reminder that this, this is not the kind of love you die for.

what if when achilles was ready for war ares appeared with a smile and said “you win well when you win, but what are you unwilling to lose if you lose?” and achilles knew the answer.

if you could retell the tale wouldn’t you want to tell it kinder? wouldn’t you want to give them peace, even love, where you could?

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