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Hozier referencing greek mythology in his songs>>>>

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The female urge to not be perceived by anyone.

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I don't think we can 'lmao' our way out of this one, girls.

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I have been reading for sucha long time that at this point I don't know if my thoughts are my own or not. Sometimes, I sit down to write and can't be sure whether they are my ideas or have I already read it somewhere before.

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It may just be the result of my combined mommy and daddy issues, but I have realized the only reason I want to be loved is so that someone can take care of me and protect me.

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I don't wish for eternal happiness for it is mundane.

I don't want perfect, for it has no value in my eyes.

Let me be sad, let me cry

Put a thousand daggers through me, let my heart sigh.

Oh Oizys, be my witness, as I pray for misery,

Watch me burn in hell fire, I wish to witness the Devil's trickery.

But don't let my mania fool you, don't disregard me as insane,

For I don't wish to keep burning forever, but to rise from the ashes again.

Give me the roses, but don't cut the thorns,

For what value does my smile hold, before I have had a chance to mourn.

I want to experience all- the laughs and the pain.

I don't wish for eternal happiness, for my soul wants to weep again.

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Is it just me or does anyone else doesn't get the satisfaction of reading when reading soft copies? I need to touch the book, feel it, make little notes on every page, underline and highlight everything I love and put bookmarks wherever necessary.

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Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

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All I ever wanna do is read and write and read and write and read and write.

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I have been chasing a high my whole life

My pack of cigarettes and the whisky flask know what I am talking about.

That sudden adrenaline rush that makes you feel like you can do anything.

The kind of rush you feel when a mother sees her child for the first time.

The kind of rush when you drink that perfect cup of coffee.

The kind of rush you feel when your favourite fictional characters get their happy ending.

The kind of rush when you are starting a new book.

From caffeine to nicotine, I have tried it all, just in search of that high

But the more I grow up, the more I realize that what I chase isn't a high you feel from drugs,

It's the high you feel when you are in love for the first time.

Holding hands on a long walk, that first love confession, the first kiss and every kiss after that.

The more I grow up, the more I realize that what I have been chasing is love and nothing else.

Love that feels like a warm blanket on a cold winter night, love that helps you get through tough times.

A love so perfect, it makes you forget everything.

The kind of love that I am yet to receive, the kind of rush that I am yet to feel.

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Being loved by me isn't a privilege, it's terrifying. I leave a piece of mine in every book I give you, in every song I sing to you, in every cup of coffee I drink with you. So even when I am not around, you'd still think of me. You'd think of all I gave to you and how you can never have that again.

My love will haunt you forever.

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“Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.”

— Veronica Roth

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I once read somewhere, " If you love someone, you let them go and wait for them to come back to you."

But how is it fair?

How is it fair to my sleepless nights and my empty eyes?

How is it fair to all the prayers I said, all the 11:11 wishes that I made?

How is it fair to the endless playlists I made on the days I couldn't stop thinking about you?

How is it fair to this and all the other pieces I wrote just because I couldn't talk to you?

How is it fair to all the dreams I had about you?

How is it fair to let you go without even fighting for you?

How is it fair to let you go before I confess how much I love you?