“For your sake, I hope you don’t fall in love with a writer. Fall for a writer and you’re the muse of art, an immortal subject of emotion. Fall for a writer and you will be more than passion. Break the heart of a writer, you’ll be a villain. You’ll be missed and vied for. Break the heart of a writer and you’ll forever be a poem, a poem of everything terrible in the world. Love a writer and you’ll be a masterpiece”
— -immortality
-even when it’s difficult
“If they cannot see who you are, that is their failing, not yours.”
- Beau Taplin
أنا أسفه
فأنا لست حلالك في هذه الدنيا الفانيه
ولكن ربما التقيك في وقت لا يحكمه ألقابهم البائسه
مكان نقي ربما نجده في سمائنا السابعه
حينها سأقول لك أحبك وأنا لست بخائفة وأحتضنك حتى النهايه.
i’m sorry
i’m sorry i could never be yours
in this transient world
but perhaps one day we’d meet
in a place ungoverned by their ugly words
some place pure and innocent
perhaps in God’s seventh heaven
where i could finally tell you i love you
unafraid and unabashed
and finally in your arms
i hate when you miss someone but you doubt that they miss you so you just kinda exist in that space of not wanting to bother them, but wanting to talk to them and see them because you miss them and enjoy their presence so in the end you just kinda stay silent and hope they maybe miss you too
finally realized that i was never asking for too much, i was just asking the wrong person
“Touch the earth, love the earth, honor the earth— her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.”
—
Ernest Dimnet (via peonyandbee)
- I still love the things I know you must hate about yourself
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