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I think I wanted it all, had it all,

The ambition, to carve out a space of my own in this bustling city,

Only to realise that you playing with my hair is the only thing I ever wanted

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It rained today and the memories came back flooding. The way we danced and we laughed while we drenched in the heavy pouring rain is still fresh in my memories. It seems it was just yesterday when you had snatched my umbrella and thrown it away, pulled my hand and dragged me along with you. With every rain drop touching my body, my soul liberated. Then it happened. I felt my sins got cleansed when I fell in love with you at that moment.

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Broke:

Belle has Stockholm syndrome because she falls in love with the Beast, her kidnapper.

Woke:

Stockholm syndrome was coined to slander a woman who had been in a hostage situation but openly criticized the poor police response which recklessly put her in more danger and escalated the violence. She was then belittled and discredited publically by the police for this.

So. Yeah. Maybe Belle does have Stockholm syndrome actually.

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The amount of time spent on Tumblr is directly proportional to degrading mental health

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quick reminder that it’s ok to say that you love reading and that reading is your passion without reading 30+ books in a year. if you connect with books and love the power of the written word, you’re bookish. you don’t need to justify your love of reading.

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The Glass Essay, Anne Carson | Molly Brodak, Molly Brodak

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Art galleries, bookstores and an evening in Delhi

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Night falls and I see what lurks in the darkness,

It's an untamed beast of my ugly desires that roams free,

Confronting me, plunging me into the sea of fears,

Exposing the scars that I hid from the world, visible only to me but never gone,

I just look into it's eyes, never making a move, never correcting a wrong,

Neither setting it free, nor letting it die,

It wimpers and cries,

But the sun comes up again, it survives one more night.

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The Color of Pomegranates (Նռան գույնը), dir. Sergei Parajanov (1969)

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A thread you tied to my heart and stitched it together,

A thread you pulled out of my heart and left it in tatters,

A thread you stuck to the fringes of our clothes and bind us in a tremor,

A thread you cut from your mouth and severed me from heaven forever.

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There is always something about pre-loved books that melts your heart. You know someone once cherished the book that you now hold in your hands. Someone loved that book as a gesture of love. Someone would have soaked in comfort while reading the same book that now lays in your possession.

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Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography"

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unfolding into another spring

mahmood darwish, sylvia plath, v.e. schwab, ana mendieta

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You became a refuge to my wandering soul but I forgot storms break down shelters too

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I have so much love in me that I would like to cry.  

Simone de Beauvoir, Kayleb Rae Candrilli, Sylvia Plath, Clarice Lispector

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When Toni Morrison said the grandeur of life is the attempt, not the solution… And how she went on to explain that it’s about behaving as beautifully as one can under completely impossible circumstances. The power that has, you know? It’s really just the making room for what breathes in the presence of the attempt. In the coming-to-be.