writingsbyri

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“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

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“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” ― Franz Kafka

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“Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”

― Franz Kafka

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“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”

― Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

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“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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a poem for small jimin things 

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“I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want��a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.”

― Shana Abe

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“There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.”

― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

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“You and I

Again and again

Always almost

Never enough.

- A world of almosts”

― Ayushee Ghoshal , 4 AM Conversations

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“There was more to say, but for once we did not say it. There would be other times for speaking, tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that. He let go of my hand.”

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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But before you go... Tell me what to say to the stars when they ask me about you.

Tell me how can I tell my exhausted body that your lap is no longer its refuge?

How can I tell my heart to stop beating for you?

How can I tell my rebellious mind to stop thinking about your details?

How can I tell my miserable soul to stop clinging to life for you?”

― Mai Izz al-Din

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“Hone me with strength.

Let me sneak into your ribs.

And make me a house on that mountain that is called your heart.

A house where I hide from all my fears;

Of humans,

From my mind,

From my depression and all my mental struggle,

And even my fear of your love.

Promise me not to leave me in this house,

To pass by me from time to time

For I am afraid of loneliness,

And I’m afraid to leave you.”

― Mai Izz al-Din

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“I died a lot to live a little with you”

― Yaghma Golroei

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Break my soul in two looking for you But you're right here If I can't relate to you anymore Then who am I related to?

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Did I close my fist around something delicate

Did I shatter you?

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Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care? —————

                                         -Taylor swift {Coney Island}

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I should go now quietly For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds All my limbs can become trees All my children can become me What a mess I leave.                              -Daughter {smother}

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All sinners would be miserable in heaven

- wuthering heights, Emily Brontë