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“Life was easy with you and it came so naturally. You were the extension of me and I would never need to finish my words, as who knew me better than you? You knew your place which was by my side. It is the little things that make the person and you would easily have kept me going for a lifetime. The way you would look at me with fire in your eyes showed me that I was the only one for you. You stole my heart and hid it away.”
— from Al Mujahid's letter to his wife
My father telling me to throw broken stuff from my shelf: you can't use them they're broken and won't work.
Me: Well I'm broken and I'm still working.....
Do you remember your childhood?
Oh I don't, even though it seems like I had fun
Sad, I don't remember the fun times of my life
Just blurry faces of my friends smiling, laughing, running and eating.
could you make this easy for me
“it will never cease”
“Because no one will answer”
"it feels like it only happened to me"
“warm again”
“this is going to take all of me”
"you can't make me forget you"
Photo and poem are mine.
You have stopped missing me at 2 AM also.
I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
I hated you for a long time. From the time I was little, I used to think that I didn't belong in such a miserable little place, that I was someone who deserved to be in more comfortable circumstances. I felt it was unfair for you to treat me as you did. My classmates all seemed to be living happy, satisfying lives. Kids whose gifts and talents were far inferior to mine were having much kore fun than I was every day. I used to seriously wish that you were not my father. I imagined that this had to he some mistake; you couldn't possibly be my real father; there couldn't be any blood relationship.
—Tengo
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2
I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.
—Tengo
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2
We pretend we don't exist anymore.
We aren't "us" now
You said you love me yet your actions say otherwise
I reread our texts. I cry to the words that made me laugh.
I hold onto to my crumbling self, as it drifts apart in your memories.
It's my birthday. :"""")
I'm so in love with this... I'm dying, I could kill for someone who talks about me like that, god I wish...
This drawing and the one that is the background of this blog are made by me and it's supposed to be... myself? But I'm not that beautiful, anyways, this is my mood almost every day and both drawings are in my actual diary, so yeah. :)
