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It's the month of September, Romanticize? How could I? It's the period of heartbreak, when August slipped away into a moment of time. When everything is sad without any reason, when it's scary and a little lonely. The month of September, why is it too long already, when it's just a beginning.

someone please take me on bookstore dates, and talk with me about books, and our futures and aspirations, and then at the end we exchange our favorite books with each other, and drive home listening to music.

“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”

— Unknown

My Secret Study

A hidden room, where shadows play

Fairy lights glow, candles light the way

Old books and vanilla, a scent so sweet

A place to escape, where I can retreat

Big windows show the stormy sky

Rain pounds against them, a lonely sigh

Nature's power, a reminder of my place

A humble student, in a vast, dark space

In this quiet room, I find my peace

A world of books, my heart's release

The occasional flash, a reminder of the night

A cozy sanctuary, where I take flight

~ Originally written by me

@thesilentstoryteller

nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words

When sorrow's shadow falls on love's remains,

Days pass with memories that bring only pain.

Tears fall like rain, a heart that's lost its way,

And unkind words cloud the light of each new day.

In dreams, I find solace, a fleeting peace,

A respite from the ache that love's loss can't release.

The days go by, a blur of endless strife,

A struggle to move on, to find a new life.

The love we had is gone, lost to the past,

A memory that haunts, a love that won't last.

Yet still I hold on to what we had found,

A bittersweet reminder of love's fragile ground.

The light in my eyes, once bright and bold,

Now fades away, a love that's grown cold.

- written by me

🤌🏻💯🤍

she's a 10 but she reads classic literature to escape the modern world

We're made of stars, they say,

But cuts show blood, not stardust's sway.

Our hearts beat strong, yet emotions ache,

We search for light, and love's gentle make.

the secret history is so wild. like there's a hundred different analysis essays you could write about it and it's meaning and whatnot. but there's also a genius who thinks of elaborate ways to kill someone but didn't know or believe that the moon landing happened. they pull off the murder of their classmate and don't get caught. they try to hit a wasp with a prayer book during said classmate's funeral service. the unreliable narrator does cocaine in a burger king parking lot. said unreliable narrator lives in a hippie's house that has a hole in the roof in a vermont winter and doesn't realize it's literally killing him. the absolute hilarious unhinged energy from this book is overshadowed by a writing style where the most batshit things seem almost mundane. i love it.

When the poet said:

"Yaani yai khamoshi bhi kisi kaam ki nahi, yaani main bayaan kar ke batao ki udaas hoon.”

And Wajid Shaikh beautifully replied:

“Phir lazim tou nahi ke jo dil mein baste hon woh dil ka haal bhi jante ho?”

These lines made me stop for a while >>>