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to be loved by a writer is like being a star in their sky, their words paint you, never shy. In their tales, you shine bright, their love for you, a guiding light.

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⋆ ✫ 𝘧𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ⋆. ✩

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Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you.

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i carry a yearning i cannot bear alone in the dark—

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I just want to disappear into this universe. Be the sun and the sand,  the wind and the water  moving aimlessly. I want to be the dance  between the earth, the sky and the waves. Be the energy that holds  everything in its place. And then I just want to appear as a tiny human being and open my eyes and open my heart to see myself.

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★ 【Yuuri】 「 足をパタパタするフリーレン 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

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Man versus The World. The difference between Albert Camus and Franz Kafka. Camus unflinching belief in humanity was rock solid and unshakable. No matter how ugly the world got, there would always be enough beauty inside of mankind, inside of each person, to light up the universe or at least to keep themselves warm and safe from the dark. Just as much as Camus believed in mans victorious outcome against the pressure of the world, Kafka believed in mans inevitable defeat against it. All of Kafkas heros meet the same fate of death, and in his world it is the worlds hopelessness which is rock hard and unshakable. 

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“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.” ― Franz Kafka

Painting: "Nocturnal Studies" by Michael Handt

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the tortured poets department - taylor swift

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الحمد لله الذى يأجرُنا بفراق الأحِبَّة، وإحباط النفس، وكسرة القلب، وقِصَر اليدين..

الحمد لله الذى يكتب فى صحائفِنا وخزة الإبرة، ومرارة الدواء، ورعشة الجسد..

الحمد لله أن آلام النفس لا تذهب سُدى، وأن أوجاع الجسد تحطُّ عنَّا سيئةً، وأن الشعور بالغُربةِ يرفعُنا درجةً، وأن طول الطريق يقربُنا إليه شبرًا..

الحمد لله الذى أَوحى إلى عبده أنَّ كلَّ همٍّ يُصيبنا هو مُكفِّرٌ لذنوبنا.

- سمر إسماعيل.