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meerash · 4 days
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Do you know what is pathetic? You thought about it and then discarded it as rubbish; you turned blind eye but then again, I am a great actor, am i not?
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meerash · 4 days
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I was repulsed by every touch of you, I hated your stare at me but then I thought to myself, what is greater revenge than this; showing you what could have been us and kissed you back.
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meerash · 4 days
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You should have ran away the moment i smiled at you.
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meerash · 4 days
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You think you can manipulate? You know nothing about manipulation.
I'll tell you what it is; it is making you forget everything that happened, making you believe that i love you again. It was all planned, even to the last step.
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meerash · 4 days
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So what did you think? I forgave you. Don't you know me? Don't you know that I never forgive.
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meerash · 2 months
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Life is about realising that maybe, just maybe, I never needed romance; All I ever wanted was platonic love. I wanted friends I could cry with, I wanted my preference to be known and acknowledged. I didn't need someone to buy me flowers, I just needed someone to know my favourite flower. I didn't need daily appreciation, I just needed 'I’m proud of you' once in a while. I wanted to be loved, but I want that to be platonic, I want my mother's hug and my father cupping my cheek, I want my bestfriend's 'your lips are dry, here take Vaseline', I needed my guy friend's 'its too late I'll drop you home', I needed my brother's once in while hug. I always thought only romantic love can give you that, oh honey, how wrong I was.
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meerash · 3 months
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I knew everything when I was 19 but oh god, I'm 22 now and I know nothing.
life is weird because one minute you're 13 wondering if you'll ever see the age of 18 and the next you're 28 and excited to go shopping for lamps
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meerash · 4 months
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The Point of a hobby is to enjoy it, not to be good at it.
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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meerash · 4 months
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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)
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meerash · 4 months
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Running and falling and having fun with your friends. Life is easy with friends.
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meerash · 7 months
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"Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them."
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
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meerash · 7 months
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Dark academia (to me) is sitting on my messy bed in the middle of the night with pens, pencils and markers sprawled out, a glass of cold milk in one hand and a cigarette in the other whilst reading No Longer Human with a look of dread plastered on my face.
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meerash · 7 months
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He scrunched up his face, bracing for the pain. “I can take it.”
She rolled her eyes, then lifted her hands, concentrating. With a sharp slice of her right hand over her left, she snapped Muzzen’s ribs.
He let out a grunt and doubled over.
“That’s a good boy,” said Kaz. “Taking it like a champion. Knuckles next, then face.”
—Six of crows/page 106
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meerash · 7 months
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“That’s what he wants, not what he needs,” said Kaz. “Leverage is all about knowing the difference.”
—Kaz Brekker, Six of Crows/page 87
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meerash · 7 months
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“A man doesn't need a bed to get ideas, Nina.”
—Kaz Brekker, Six of Crows/page 81
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meerash · 7 months
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“If I want to watch men dig holes to fall into, I’ll find myself a cemetery.”
—Inej Ghafa, Six of Crows/Page 67
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meerash · 7 months
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She’d let no insult or innuendo slide. She’d always struck first and struck hard.
—Inej Ghafa, Six of Crows/ page 66
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