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"I want to be kissed so hard and ensnared Between him and the warmth of the covers, Like a flower pressed in a book. And I want to say his name, Over and over, Like it's the only word written on the pages."

—unknown

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Time is like grains of sand slipping through our fingers — the one thing in life we cannot bargain with; each lost moment gone forever. Yet I alone wander its hidden paths, reclaiming what others surrender.

—A lady and her quill, The Almanac of a Lost Time Traveler.

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Hey loves .☘︎ ݁

My inbox is open for good vibes, deep thoughts, and casual chats. Feel free to drop in, say hi, or share a thought.

I’m always up for a good conversation. Just keep it kind and respectful, no weird stuffs. ˚˖𓍢🌷✧˚

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"I love you. You may as well take my heart Catherine it's already full of you." "Please go!" "What is it? What's wrong my dear?" "You know nothing about me….you've known me only three weeks!" "Three weeks? Catherine I've known you all my life." "All your life?" "It's true, when I heard beautiful music I thought, 'she'd like that'. I looked at flowers knowing that one day I'd give them to you." "Oh stop, stop." "But for my heart there is another love that must come before you, my country."

—Masquerade,

Dangerously Yours

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To the little girl who faded with the dying light of October, 1922— My dearest Cecilia, It is with unbearable grief that I write to you. Each passing day, I am forced to reconcile with the weight of your absence, haunted by the silence you left behind. Although it wasn’t my hands that took your life, my heart aches with regret— because in the silence of my heart, I have convinced myself that it was my fault.

—A lady and her quill, Letters to dead children.

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Salma Deera, "Salt"

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The city was silently bloating in the hot sun, rotting like the thousands of bodies that lay where they had fallen in street battles. An oppressive, hot wind blew from the southeast, carrying with it the putrefying stench of decay. And outside the city walls, Death itself waited— in the persons of Titus, son of Vespasian, and sixty thousand legionnaires, who were anxious to gut the City of God.

—Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind (Mark of the Lion series).

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"Why do you reject love" he asked. "I can't bring myself to accept love because I don't even know how to love myself gently. To be loved... I feel I must first be flawless in the mirror, in the mind, in a room full of strangers, in the quiet corners of my soul. How can I be someone's dream girl if I never feel good enough?" Silence lingered, heavy and unresolved.

—A lady and her quill, Notes to a boy I now resent

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"Her heart was made of liquid sunsets". ⭒⛅₊ ⭒ -Virginia Woolf

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Hi my lovelies 𓆩🩵𓆪 ⋆ ˚‧｡⋆

୨ৎ About me: I'm Jacqueline, She/her, 20, CS major, part time water fairy(lol) 🧚🏼‍♂️🌊₊˚.༄

୨ৎ Current hobbies: Reading, writing, blogging, playing the violin, debating. ⋆.

୨ৎ What you'll find on this blog: Art, poetry and other stuffs that resonate with me. *:･

୨ৎ Favorite authors atm: Donna Tart, Sidney Sheldon, Francine Rivers, Chimamanda Adiche. (Still getting into the classics!!). ₊˚₊𓏲

୨ৎ Current obsession: Pinterest, Tumblr(Obv), Substack, Articles, Video essays, French, Tom Welling, Gold and whimsical jewelry, Fashion, Lawn tennis (I'm a rookie lol), poetry, classics, Yasmeen Ghauri, period drama, self education, classical music.₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ﾟ

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-My right brain 🧠.

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-My left brain 🧠

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"I wanted to be loved so desperately that my fingers shook with it, I am not beautiful but I could be" ― Emily Palermo

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Obsession beats talent every time.

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Beauty is terror, whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. -The Secret History

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The most significant discoveries and best moments of my life have often happened by chance, contrary to popular belief. Whenever I look back, I struggle to pinpoint the exact moment they occurred. These experiences, in some way, altered the course of my life, yet I can’t quite remember how they unfolded. I never actively sought them out; they just simply found me.I’m talking about moments like how I got into reading, how I discovered my love for writing, my first relationship, my current friendship, the experiences that broadened my perspective, and the moments that defined my beliefs.

—A lady and her quill, Journal of wandering thoughts.