Do you think I'd give up? That this might've shook the love from me, or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?
Now that it's done, there's not one thing that I would change. My life was a storm, since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane?
If someone asked me at the end…
I'll tell them put me back in it. Darling, I would do it again, if I could hold you for a minute. Darling, I'd go through it again, I would still be surprised I could find you, darling. In any life, if I could hold you for a minute, darling, I would do it again.
For all that was said, of where we'd end up at the end of it. When the heart would cease… Ours never knew peace. What good would it be on the far side of things? It was too soon when that part of you was ripped away. A grip taking hold like a cancer that grows each piece of your body that it takes..
Though I know my heart would break…
I would not change it each time. Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
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[Image description: A tumblr text-post, edited blackout-poetry style to read, "This is your gentle encouragement: give in to sin. feel good for a moment. I love you. okay?"]
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incorrect unreal unearth quotes
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: i have the everlasting tendency to ruin everything i love.]
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though i am heavy, there is flight around me
wendell berry, the fall of icarus, f. scott fitzgerald, christophe vacher, hozier, galileo chini, mahmoud darwish (tr. catherine cobham), rubens, akwaeke emezi, alfred schwarzschild
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.
[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]
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listening to Too Sweet for the first time and, damn, Crowley never got his flat back, did he? can't believe he's been crashing on Hozier's couch all this time drinking booze and waxing lamentations about his angel. strange world we live in
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actually cannot stop thinking about hozier describing the human soul as an "uneasy ally of the body"...
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