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Do you believe this is serendipity?

The quiet alignment of stars, a chance meeting of eyes, the gentle pull of threads unseen— is it fate, or the universe teasing us with illusions?

Tell me, does this feel like serendipity to you?

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The imagery here is enchanting and carries an undercurrent of desperation—seeking power at any cost. The line 'How to tame a devil and take your place among the stars' is both beautiful and haunting, hinting at the danger behind the promise. What would you give for a taste of magic like this?

In the gloaming dark where the low things crawl and nightshade is a chiefly tree;

In there, my dear, is where you'll find all the magic that was left to me.

Every incantation, every cantrip, and that charming grimoire;

How to tame a devil and take your place among the stars!

Doesn't it sound grand, my darling? Doesn't it sound sweet?

We'd no longer have to beg for every scrap we eat!

Now, don't you mind the rumours, darling. Don't you fret and fear!

Just you go and get it, darling, and bring it right back here.

Bring it right back here, and then... Oh, and then they all will see!

The fools they were to cast me out and dare to banish me!

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I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

Haruki Murakami

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Creativity flows best when it’s natural. My favorite works always come from those instinctive moments. How do you tap into your creative flow?

Pray that when things come, they don't come un-natural or forced, that it'll be organic, natural, instinctive, intuitive, unexpected, flowing, innate, reflective.

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There's something hauntingly relatable about summer months that feel heavy with emotions. Denial, anger, bargaining—they often come in waves. Which season feels like the hardest for you?

love elizabeth s.

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It's always you, dear,

In every whisper and hue,

Forever, just you.

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Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Aristotle

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There’s something so raw and honest about these words—like the quiet moments where regret and reflection collide. It captures that feeling of wishing you could take back what was said but knowing it’s too late. Have you ever had a moment like this, where words spill out faster than you can catch them?

but i hope you don't remember everything i've said

spilling words until i cant breathe

music raging in the background, muted through the door

i'm sitting in a bathtub that i dont know if its clean

but i didnt realise i was sitting in it until your voice quiets down.

and it doesnt matter anyway

quiet on your side

i disown my words

but that's fine

i dont know, though

anyways i dont feel that way anymore

quiet on your side

i hope you don't remember things i've said

by mistake,

on purpose

i hope you dont remember everything i've said

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We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.

Jean Baudrillard

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The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

Albert Camus

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Albert Camus

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This beautifully captures the overwhelming power of love—how it can eclipse everything yet still be a constant gift. It’s both fragile and eternal. What does love feel like to you?

I think love is the cry your heart makes, a gentle beam that eclipses your life in penultimate happiness and a gift that can never be taken away.

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There’s something bittersweet about dreams that feel so close, yet just out of reach. I’ve definitely felt this with a few projects that seem just out of grasp—always so near, but not quite there. What’s a dream you’ve felt on the edge of reaching?

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We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.

William James

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Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.

Marsha Norman

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The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Rumi

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We do not remember days; we remember moments.

Cesare Pavese