meliora777
Sweet little angel, you should've run
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meliora777 · 14 days ago
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And here I am, how ever many years later, how ever many minutes spent together and countless conversations later, and all I do is fantasize about our next conversation, the next time I'll see your face on my screen, the next time I'll see you in person.
I love that you became my forever
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meliora777 · 15 days ago
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✞ 666 ✞
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meliora777 · 15 days ago
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Eros: The Hand (Wong Kar-Wai, 2004)
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meliora777 · 15 days ago
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meliora777 · 18 days ago
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We are all homesick most for the places we have never known.
Carson McCullers
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meliora777 · 30 days ago
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I can't hold enough of you in my hands.
Franz Kafka / Letters to Milena
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meliora777 · 1 month ago
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I am afraid of what's to come next, after this is over.
We will be in a complete euphoria, finally back to normal, only to realise we just reached our final and hardest stage of mourning.
I'm afraid for our men, a whole generation is scarred, witnessing the worst of humanity.
I'm scared of the day they let it all set in, and slowly seeing their eyes now so full of motivation and dedication, replaced by the vacant stare of a person who saw the worst of humanity.
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meliora777 · 1 month ago
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I'm still sitting here and you are still lying there, and there are so many things we should say to each other, but we shall never be able to.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
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meliora777 · 1 month ago
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"I hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child & fell asleep on the couch during a family party. I hope you can hear the laughter from the next room."
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meliora777 · 1 month ago
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“I twist like a sunflower At the sound of your voice”
— Kait Rokowski, “The Civil Guillotine,” So Much For the Mercy Kill
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meliora777 · 1 month ago
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski
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meliora777 · 1 month ago
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meliora777 · 2 months ago
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I love that a random cat just came up to me one day and became my friend, and here we are 3 years later, and he is my whole world and I've put more effort, love, money, and dedication into him than anything I ever have
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meliora777 · 2 months ago
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meliora777 · 4 months ago
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Like Poison (2023), Roberto Ferri
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meliora777 · 4 months ago
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Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
[Text ID: “I would have preferred if you had loved me less and understood me more.”]
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meliora777 · 4 months ago
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- Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa
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