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In valley of my dreams, I’ve often greeted
- An apparition in the crowded station -
This youthful lady by the window seated.
But why was she so sad on this occasion?
What did this silhouette seek out and why?
-Meeting, Marina Tsvetaeva
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“I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.”
by Pablo Neruda, I Do Not Love you.
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The Wind Rises (風立ちぬ), dir. Miyazaki Hayao (2013)
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“As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.”
-Pablo Neruda, I like for you to be still.
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“Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars
of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.”
-Pablo Neruda, Every Day You Play
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“Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.”
-Pablo Neruda, I do not love expect because I love you.
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I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said “Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light”
and I said “This is the moon.
This is the sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there.”
-Richard Siken, Snow and dirty rain.
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The Devil Wears a Suit? Masterlist
Summary: When you land a job that was deemed unattainable, the shock is bewildering. The nightmare that ensues, however, is unimaginable. Follow as you try to keep up with the grueling and demanding job of being Jeon Jeongguk’s, the world’s most powerful magazine editor, personal assistant.
Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader, Editorial!Jeongguk, PersonalAssistant!Reader
Notes: Smut will be in future chapters, this will be an agonizing SLOW BURN. P.S. Also writing a Taekook version of this on ao3!
Summary: Good-luck, bitch.
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Summary: First week at Jeon Publication’s: who knew someone halfway across the globe could continuously ruin your day?
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Summary: Jeongguk goes out of his way to deliberately make your life your own personal hell.
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I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.
-Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep”
-Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
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“We were inside the train car when I started to cry. You were crying too,
smiling and crying in a way that made me
even more hysterical. You said I could have anything I wanted, but I
just couldn’t say it out loud.
Actually, you said Love, for you,
is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like
a religion. It’s
terrifying. No one
will ever want to sleep with you.”
-Richard Siken, Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out
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“We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars
as the roads around us
grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through a glass
already laced with frost,
but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of
lullabies.
But damn if there isn’t anything sexier
than a slender boy with a handgun,
a fast car, a bottle of pills.”
-Richard Siken, Little Beasts
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“History repeats itself. Somebody says this.
History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop,
over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters.
History is a little man in a brown suit
trying to define a room he is outside of.
I know history. There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.”
-Richard Siken, Little Beasts
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“No I do not want to be loved unconditionally. I want to be shown when I am treating you less than you deserve. I want you to leave if I ever start making you promises I do not see through. love me for my flaws, yes, but don't you dare allow them to hurt you.”
-Beau Taplin, Unconditional Love
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It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.
-Emily Haines
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“Things are
changing; things are starting to
spin, snap, fly off into
the blue sleeve of the long
afternoon.
Oh and ooh
come whistling out of the perished mouth
of the grass, as things
turn soft, boil back
into substance and hue. As everything,
forgetting its own enchantment, whispers:
I too love oblivion why not it is full
of second chances. Now,
hiss the bright curls of the leaves. Now!
booms the muscle of the wind.”
-Mary Oliver, Last Days
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