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azaleasdawn · 2 years
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I have been self-reliant to the point of sadness. I wonder when I first fell into the habit of washing my hands after each brush with humanity, lest I be contaminated.
Yukio Mishima, The Decay of the Angel
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azaleasdawn · 1 year
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sometimes it gets too difficult to not to pick a knife and just slide it across your wrist, and then give a reason that you just wanted to know if blood inside was warm enough!!!
_Azaleas
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azaleasdawn · 2 years
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Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be.
_the year of magical thinking _ joan didion
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azaleasdawn · 1 year
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I've always wondered if people are with me for the sake of the time they've spent with me or do they genuinely like me? I've always been delusional about the eyes of the people when they look at me, is this adoration? or is this sympathy? like i can feel them rolling their eyes in the head while pulling me into a hug!
_azaleas
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azaleasdawn · 10 months
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Alone it resides, the moon up high,
Loneliness veiled in its celestial sigh.
Bright yet distant, a solitary guide,
Amidst the dark, its solitude can't hide.
Reflecting my loneliest, as tears collide.
_azaleas
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azaleasdawn · 10 months
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In this universe, O Jiggar, a revolution will arise again
Even though a man is elevated, he is still a slave to desires
اِسی کائنات میں اے جگر، کوئی اِنقلاب اُٹھے گا پھر
کہ بلند ہو کے بھی آدمی، ابھی خواہشوں کا غلام ہے
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azaleasdawn · 1 year
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sometimes you are just in need of leaving everything behind, desperation of starting a new life, somewhere far away from every single thing, a place where No one knows you and you don't know anyone, where traces of past life are no where to be seen, a place where when you breathe brings the aroma of calmness and a new journey.
_azaleas
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azaleasdawn · 1 year
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You gave too much love that you didn't save anything for yourself , you think some might share their portion with you, but we are talking about love , love! who shares their portion of love? who share the love that's been put in their plate, love is like worship! and people love being worshiped, when it comes to love, even The God doesn't like to share .🍂
_azaleas
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azaleasdawn · 2 years
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But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.
_Albert Camus, The Fall
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azaleasdawn · 1 year
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I'm weak, so much weak, weak against my own emotions! I'm afraid they would kill me someday!
_azaleas
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azaleasdawn · 1 year
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It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.
_ William Styron, Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness
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azaleasdawn · 1 year
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I've slept enough, Now only death can take this tiredness Away....
_azaleas
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azaleasdawn · 1 year
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You will be amazed to find out how perfectly possible it is to meet somebody who'll literally be blind to your insecurity generating features. They'll be confused to know that you spent so much years worrying over a flaw they can't even notice & maybe, they'll love you for it!
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azaleasdawn · 2 years
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A poet says:
مرا هزار امید است
و هر هزار تویی.
“I have a thousand hopes,
and each one of them is you.”
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azaleasdawn · 1 year
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We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.
_William Golding
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azaleasdawn · 2 years
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there's always a lump in my throat that doesn't go away, there's always a tear in my eyes threatening to fall, there's always a word on the tip of my tongue that never comes out, yet I'm stubbornly living and pathetically trying to give meaning to my existence.
_azaleas
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