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This is it.

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Intimacy is a lot of things but I think it’s felt the most in an eye contact. We can hide our vulnerabilities under the facade of confidence, but looking into someone eye’s is all you need to lose all that confidence.

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Mood

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“If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.”

Before sunrise, 1995

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Midnights are fairly complicated, the search of solitude sometimes, more often than not, turns into loneliness.

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Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

John Green, Paper towns

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There’s something so beautiful about when you’re in love, and every love song reminds you of that certain someone. You dedicate your favourite songs to them, singing to the lyrics with a montage of all your happy memories flashing before your eyes and you grinning from ear to ear.

But one day that person leaves and all you are left with are those songs, and there’s this bittersweet feeling with a montage of all your happy memories flashing before your eyes and you skip the song before it ends.

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The Accuracy-

I think part of the reason people still love period dramas or fantasy series/ movies over scifi, is also the nostalgia and romanticism of nature. Like you will watch a scene and the cinematography will have them taking walks on lavish gardens, fields, beaches or forests and you will be in awe of the beauty of nature.

The connection to nature gives more humanity to the characters in the stories as well where romance and friendships blossom.

Whereas scifi often offers a glance of a dark dystopia furure like Blade Runner where nature is gloomy, rainy, melancholic and depressing. People are cold to eachother, they mistrust everyone and there is little to no room for compassion and kindness is a world constantly trying to survive from greedy people.

The environment reflects the society after all.

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It’s funny how memory works and how some things that seem impossible to forget, fade over time. All the ex lovers, all the ex best friends we have had, the precious, beautiful moments shared with them, fade over time. To invest so much time in someone, to learn all of their quirkiness just for it to fade and sometimes pop up like a hazy glint of memory, it’s funny.

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A love like that titanic couple, Ida and Isidor Strauss, who chose to die together because Isa said “we have lived a life together for many years, where you go, I go” instead of taking the lifeboat to survival.

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“The proposition that we can look into another person's heart with perfect clarity strikes me as a fool's game. I don't care how well we think we should understand them, or how much we love them. All it can do is cause us pain. Examining your own heart, however, is another matter. I think it's possible to see what's in there if you work hard enough at it. So in the end maybe that’s the challenge: to look inside your own heart as perceptively and seriously as you can, and to make peace with what you find there. If we hope to truly see another person, we have to start by looking within ourselves”

Haruki Murakami, Men Without Women

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With rue my heart is laden

For golden friends I had,

For many a rose-lipt maiden

And many a lightfoot lad.

By brooks too broad for leaping

The lightfoot boys are laid;

The rose-lipt girls are sleeping

In fields where roses fade.

A. E. Housman

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Recently lost a friend. And I realised the most heartbreaking part about growing up and losing people along the way is the silence, the silence that sits on your lips when your mom asks you where’s that friend these days? Why don’t you guys hangout anymore?

What do you say? How do you tell her that the person you shared every detail of your life, the person who was a regular face in your gallery, the person who was your immediate thought when you heard the word bestfriend, is just no longer there?

A slideshow of all the memories, the laughter and the love flashes through your mind and with a sad smile, all you manage to utter is, we don’t talk much. Is there anything more heartbreaking?