Realism Was Never A Part Of Her World.
Realism was never a part of her world.
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They were sitting together silently and watching their shudders dissolving into sighs. Their oblivious stares weaving a music and tears making promises to make it up to sunrise.
I'm hoping to love myself one day, but I'm getting perished in the process!
-epiphany
I've mastered the art of loosing myself!
Heartstopper
I wish you a place kinder than your past where fairies dwell and place smiling flowers within the shimmering hair of yours.I wish you love as sweet as nectar which percolates down in every lane of your heart and the sunbeams ask for your little assistance in lightening up the souls of every earthling.
- Her Schrödinger's Cat, Second Insight
When a match is struck, a fire being with a soul, which may one day be reborn in a human body is born only to die a few moments afterwards. In every drop of rain, in every breath of wind, in every lump of clay is a living soul."
- Vardhaman, Translation by A.L. Basham
Art - Kawai Gyokudo (1873-1957)
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