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sparminder0001 · 11 months
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Beauty is Terror.
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1. first elegy from the duine elegies, by rilke / 2 & 3. the secret history by donna tartt / 4. água viva by clarice lispector / 5. the brothers karamazov by dostoyevsky
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sparminder0001 · 11 months
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I dread the end of winter.
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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https://www.instagram.com/p/Co1io58IRY5/
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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Megan Fernandes, “May to December,” in I Do Everything I’m Told
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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Ma mère (2004) // dir. Christophe Honoré
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: August 15. Wasted day. END ID]
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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If you sit down at night  and pay attention to the sky,  you can listen to the stars listening to you. It’s a silent melody that won’t reach  your ears but will reach your heart  and it will make you understand  that you are not alone.
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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"Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you. - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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I think how we are taught / not to love too many, too much, the night, / the darkness, and I believe I am crying but it is / only rain.
Kelli Russell Agodon, from "Night thinks it's crying again"
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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You'll bleed to find the love that you deserve, but once it's yours, it'll heal every wound that the journey left.
-JH Hard
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“If you hesitate between me and another person don’t choose me.”
— Unknown
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sparminder0001 · 1 year
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tū is qadar mujhe apne qarīb lagtā hai tujhe alag se jo sochūñ ajiib lagtā hai
jise na husn se matlab na ishq se sarokār vo shaḳhs mujh ko bahut bad-nasīb lagtā hai
ye dostī ye marāsim ye chāhateñ ye ḳhulūs kabhī kabhī mujhe sab kuchh ajiib lagtā hai
hudūd-e-zāt se bāhar nikal ke dekh zarā na koī ġhair na koī raqīb lagtā hai
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