#romantizm
It’s hard each time when u try to hold on to something to survive n it pushes u back into the waves again ……
-shewasunknown
As the life unfolds, things change, our goals, likes and targets changes and i started to fear this changes till i started to consider thinking why to fell in love to fall out it… And realise tht the process is indeed beautiful to not seep it enough in life…..
Her phoenix soul
And in the middle of night ,
Under the ambience of the shiny fellows
Her eyes fills with dreams,
On the crackling sheets of paper
She scribble the climax of her story ,
And again on the never ending road of hustle
She goes on with another sunrise……
-shewasunknown
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“ I talk to this person everyday but y do I feel electroduced everytime his reply pops up on the screen???? ” ………….
“ What’s the best thing in your life u ever thought of ” he asked while rubbing his eyes now sleepy…
“Your existence ” he whispered and smile looking at the face on the pillow , the person who was just confessed is fast asleep….
Them: how much romaticized story u want?
Me:YESSSSSSSSS
“She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.”
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“I did not liked to be touched , but it was a strange dislike. I did not liked to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”
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What I wanted to preserve was the turbulent gasp in his voice which lingered with me for days afterward and told me that, if I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I’d stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.
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“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”
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My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing. — Jillian Medoff
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful. - Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
Every heart sings a song, incomplete until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of the lover everyone becomes a poet. —Plato
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. -Charles W. Eliot
I think I’ll always be a romantic, you know? Someone could completely rip out my heart and walk away and I’d still be willing to believe in love again. They say hope breeds eternal misery, but really without hope, what else have we got? — Kristie Betts