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new-seas · 2 years
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Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
The Thief Lord, Cornelia Funke
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joytri · 3 months
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weak and weary
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literarydesire · 5 months
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Places in which peace reigns
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mehreenkhan · 1 year
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mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeene aur marne ka usi ko dekh kar jite hain jis kafir pe dam nikle
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lovesdaya · 7 months
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@lovesdaya
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d-caryophyllus · 29 days
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BENEDICT BRIDGERTON WWII AU MOODBOARD Inspired by @fayes-fics When The World Is Free
I have no words to express how much I adored this story so I made a moodboard! Hopefully this can convey all my love for this fic ♥️
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beluosus · 24 days
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buttercupagere · 2 months
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henry winter as a caregiver <3
requested by anon!
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unisucksbutohwell · 1 month
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19/03/24
Nothing that is worth knowing can be taught - O.W (our lord and saviour)
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vamperinee · 3 months
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Dear father, I was trying to make myself digestible. I was trying to make myself easy to love. I did not know you would eat my entire heart alive.
Your daughter, Catherine.
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berlinsct · 22 hours
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joytri · 10 months
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"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night"
Sarah Williams
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literarydesire · 4 months
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Loudly staying quiet
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"The desire to be sicker, to prove that you are sick, itself is indicative of sickness. A well person doesn't desire to be sick"
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No greater desire exists than a wounded person's need for another wound.
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"There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get."
{Unknown/ Georges Bataille, Ecstasy, Guilty trans. Bruce Boone/ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath}
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lovesdaya · 1 year
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@lovesdaya
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mehreenkhan · 6 months
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Coffee is the sound of taste, a sound for the aroma. It is a meditation and a plunge into memories and the soul.
(from Mahmoud Darwish's Memory for Forgetfulness)
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Coffee should not be drunk in a hurry. It is the sister of time, and should be sipped slowly, slowly.
(from Mahmoud Darwish's Memory for Forgetfulness)
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I only believe in the easy things,
like red lipstick and coffee before noon and writing essays in pen.
(from Kristina Haynes, Self-Portrait at Twenty-One)
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They can aim sea, sky, and earth at me, but they cannot root the aroma of coffee out of me.
(from Mahmoud Darwish's Memory for Forgetfulness)
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I think we all speak a different kind of language than each other,
but you sound a whole lot like coffee on a Sunday morning and the rain is falling bitter against the windowpane.
(from Shinji Moon's He Loves the Rain)
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You give me an apartment full of morning smells-
toasted bagel and black coffee and the freckled lilies in the vase on the windowsill.
(from Rebecca Lindenberg's Catalogue of Ephemera)
Making Coffee
Excerpts taken from trivarnahariharan_poetry on Instagram
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