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Be kind to yourself, you are deserving of love โก
When the people you are closest to, who may even know you more than you know yourself, call you fearless and strong when you start doubting yourself, it makes you realise that there is a whole part of yourself that only others see and believe in. And maybe you could start believing in that too.
"It is not every one," said Elinor, "who has your passion for dead leaves."
I feel that my entire experience with reading Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility can be summed up in the sarcasm of that sentence.
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And when the night falls, and darkness lays beside me, I don't want to fall in love, I want to be in your arms and forgotten as the mist touches the hills...................
everytimeyousaygoodbye ยฉ
Sometimes I think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and donโt actually exist inherently in nature. The universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. The capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.
Colette, translated by Antonia White fromย โGribiche,โ written c. February 1937
I'll listen for a while
but soon I'll start writing
the air absorbs my words
whispered ink, floating, swirling
a thousand voices silently churning
a brilliant light that clouds the senses
drowning in heady daydreams
and forgotten thoughts.
'I'm sorry, what did you say?' I'll say politely.
Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright ยฉ 2016 Ruth Karan.
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