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- Clementine Von Radics

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Seducers see themselves as providers of pleasure.. The seducer knows that people are waiting for pleasure - they never get enough of it from friends and lovers, and they cannot get it by themselves. A person who enters their lives offering adventure and romance cannot be resisted. What people lack in life is not more reality but illusion, fantasy, play. The clothes that seducers wear, the places they take you to, their words and actions, are slightly heightened - not overly theatrical but with a delightful edge of unreality, as if the two of you were living out a piece of fiction or were characters in a film. Seduction is a kind of theater in real life, the meeting of illusion and reality.

Robert Greene

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If any physical attribute is crucial in seduction, it is the eyes.

Robert Greene

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“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

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The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

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“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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“Only those who care about you, can hear you when you’re quiet.”

— lieinlove

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“Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it.”

— Maya Angelou

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“With the right music, you either forget everything or you remember everything.”

— Unknown

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I can’t even look back fondly anymore.

That was my biggest fear.

I don’t even know how I see you anymore.

I am mourning now.

I hadn’t felt so young,

Since my first crush.

The ability to look back and smile,

To feel and see the moments,

It’s like the pages are burning

And your vibrance has faded to black.

I’m imagining or reflecting on your flaws now

And the way you’ve hurt me.

I wanted to preserve the memories.

I thought I could keep those for me.

How cruel,

Every piece of the experience,

All I have to show is a broken heart

I have gained nothing and lost everything

Or maybe I never had anything at all.

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I drew you some

I did trace your lines with my eyes

I have been so worried I’d forget!

I think you’re fading a bit,

To draw from memory now likely wouldn’t work

But the way I see your lines now,

They’re more fluid,

And it is something where I close my eyes

And I can feel it deeper in my chest than before

It looks red, green, some pink.

It’s so very warm!!!

I smile wildly

I can watch moments and I can still hear you

I’d describe your voice but I better not

I try to put your words together like I’d solve something meaningful

It’s okay to stop thinking probably

It’ll take some time

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The worst part is sleeping.

Not the sleep part,

But the moment I realize I’m falling.

I jolt up reaching for my arm

It hurts so bad!!!!

But I remember, I lost my arm already!

Then the sinking feeling hits

(I’ve already fell from my dream to reality)

(But I can always plummet further)

My heart drops

It’s hard to swallow

The reality of it all:

My arm is gone.

I feel the pain, its absence,

But I am stripped of its utility —

My utility.

Every morning I fall into consciousness,

I jolt awake,

To the “news”

That I have lost a significant piece of myself

I can never get it back.

And in the short blank respite of sleep,

I forget cyclically,

Until the next morning.

In a few short hours,

I’ll get the news again.

I’ll make peace throughout the day.

Rinse and repeat.