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- Darshana Suresh, Howling at the Moon

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My heartache grew from a soft delusion—

I held affection, believing it was love.

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Be with someone who makes you happy.

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@letsbelonelytogetherr just reblogged my post🤍🧿🥹

“I am the main character” girl you’re the unreliable narrator.

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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.

- Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost

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They promise that dreams can come true, but forget to mention that nightmares are dreams too.

- Oscar Wilde

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“I am the main character” girl you’re the unreliable narrator.

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Perhaps it isn’t love when i say you are what i love the most- you are the knife i turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.

- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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“It is the same rain that you loved that drowned you”.

-unknown

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There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

- Virginia Woolf

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My friend once said to me- “ In you, i see dreams by the plenty. I see them flooding behind your eyes, heavy on your body. You wear your dreams in different colours, in your doe eyes, in your baby-ish cheekbones, in your brave softness and in your trusting nature. You are a feeler. You are married to feelings. Whatever you feel next, i know i’ll see it written on you, hanging on your mannerisms.”

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Clothes are a strange and clever hiding place. Bruises, scars, odd complexions, insecurities- we hide them all if we choose to, the essential parts of us kept only for the gazes of mirrors and lovers.

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In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person's soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.

-Donna Tartt