“I saw my childhood sunsetting before my eyes, going out as softly and serene as the late summer afternoon it left me on. There’s a spirit that lives through us during every chapter of our lives. This one, I believe, licked all her wounds and laid down to rest in the endless fields of my elementary school. Leaving me beside her with white clover and bluegrass sprinkled on my knees, she’s given me a love I will carry within me forever.”
— B.N Pressman, Stories of My Childhood
She was the poem he wanted to keep writing and he was the music she wanted to keep listening to.
At the end they both found their muse in each other.
"I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light."
"Acquainted with the Night" - Robert Frost
We are writers my love,
We don't cry, we bleed on papers.
@aestheticacademiax
So today was productive. I did my PSP exam and also put in some extra study and work towards our group assessment.
'𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 — 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚, 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 — 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲; 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.'
– Donna Tartt, THE SECRET HISTORY (Book I)
why is Summer not summering the way it should Summer???
academic rivals to lovers romance is one of the elite tropes
This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone
मैं जग-जीवन का भार लिए फिरता हूँ ,
फिर भी जीवन में प्यार लिए फिरता हूँ ;
कर दिया किसी ने झंकृत जिनको छु कर
मैं साँसों के दो तार लिए फिरता हूँ !
I live with the burden of the world
Yet, I live with love in my life
Someone's love has touch
The two strings of my breath
~आत्म परिचय- हरिवंश राय बच्चन
~Aatmaparichay, Harivansh Rai Bachchan
A penas te dediqué unos cuantos versos, cuando tu egocentrismo te hizo volar, aterrizando en un espejismo. Ahora toca conformarte por temor a aceptar que sus vacías palabras tan solo son mediocres paráfrasis, que no lee ni la mitad de lo que le dedicas. Cuídate, no vuelvas a mis versos.
no wait I can’t listen to that what if it shows up on my spotify wrapped
Meraki
(v.) to do something with soul, creativity,
or love; to put something of yourself into your work
i finished if we were villains, it's full of mysteries, and i am amused by it. i want to dig deeper into the story because i think that there's more to it. i said before that i wish that i'll feel the same way i felt when i finished reading the secret history, and i did, if we were villains is as good as tartt's novel. i also went out after rotting in my room.
Onsra (Serbian)
The bittersweet feeling that love won’t last.