#Quotestoliveby

[kalavathiraj]

I am enough. I am OK. I will just stay. Here. By Myself.

Kalavathi Raj, QUOTUS

[floralpoeticss]

"...one never forgets the taste of certain tears..."

- Fyodor Dostoevsky

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

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[chirpyblues]

and for all the right reasons,

I am slowly becoming my own friend now,

it may just be the best one yet

~ shreeya.

[knbpoetry]

I could write a thousand different lines

Trying to explain the way I feel,

But the words I’ve acquired

Over the years still are not enough.

I can paint vivid imagery

Of all my favorite places and days,

Jot down similes of your eyes

Like the ocean caressed by sun rays.

Still, those verses cannot convey

The way you make me melt.

-K.N.B.

[whatwouldmariecurieactuallydo]

For my lovely followers - and all people in STEM

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[larimar]

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[virusworldorder]

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[usefulquotes7]

I am enough. I am OK. I will just stay. Here. By Myself.

[kalavathiraj]

I am the smallest part in the larger scheme of things in the universe.

Kalavathi Raj, QUOTUS

[floralpoeticss]

But the dark feels different in November.

– Nina MacLaughlin, from "The Dark Feels Different in November", The Paris Review

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

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[quipster6]

Life's a breeze if you're clueless, because ignorance is bliss and who needs hard work anyway?🌟🤥😈

[chirpyblues]

you have no idea i still write to you

why would you? how would you?

when you left me

in the wake of your dust storm

you hurried off to better places

tropical islands with beautiful sunsets

i stood here, right here

my love went from easy to heavy

what could i do? call you back?

that ship has been sailed and aborted

so i write to you, whenever i want to

i have a little notebook

sometimes i call you "dear"

and sign the letters as "yours"

somedays i write those letters

as if you're just a business deal to me

but i write, because how can i not?

the biggest grief to ever grieve

is the loss of somebody alive

i pour my heart, my tears on pages

because I just don't know any better

and well, guess what, my dear?

as it turns out i do still love you.

~ shreeya.

[knbpoetry]

Like whiskey