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saranicore · 1 month
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“Once you realize there is life after mistakes, you gain a self-confidence that never goes away.”
— Bob Schieffer
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saranicore · 1 month
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“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”
— Charles Bukowski
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saranicore · 1 month
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“You've always gifted me a blood red rose,
Without caring how the thorns hurt.
I was afraid to throw them away,
Despite knowing them being cursed. ”
— M o o n q u e e n
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saranicore · 4 months
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She feels like love letters
But they are on flame.
She feels like a love story
With a tragic end.
- Moonqueen
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saranicore · 6 months
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I feel lost. Always.
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saranicore · 8 months
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She did not care for the company of humans, because they were small and bothersome. She just watched the birds in the trees and picked mushrooms in the forest. Her life with herself was complete and she felt little need to ever change it.
Hiromi Goto, Chorus of Mushrooms
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saranicore · 10 months
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“I have this strange connection with the sea. It calms me and also brings the chaos out. It disrupts my entirety and makes me question every inch of myself. I feel like I can give it my all and let it drown me into the unknown. It makes me feel like I will never need to worry once I allow it to take me hostage. It doesn't make me seasick, it makes me so much more that I am scared. I can sit by the shore and gaze at it all day and still I won't be able to solve this simple mystery.”
- M o o n q u e e n
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saranicore · 10 months
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“Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.”
— Unknown
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saranicore · 10 months
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I wish loving myself was a little less hard.
I wish it all came to an abrupt hault.
The tears, the scratches, the broken pieces,
Its creating innumberable creases.
--Moonqueen
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saranicore · 10 months
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June's Child
She was born June-end, the month of love
'Cause God filled her with a month worth of love.
Dusty brown eyes and hair like ocean waves,
She is to everyone a safe mountain cave.
Streaming river, with glistening rocks beneath
Her edges were sharp but she loved endlessly underneath
Underneath all those scars, and not so happy smile
She knew how to give love and run the extra mile.
Wearing heart on sleeves is what she always did
"Silly girl", they said for she loved blatantly.
Maybe she wasn't someone you would call enticingly beautiful
But she was born June-end, the month of love
'Cause God filled her with a month worth of love.
-- Moonqueen
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saranicore · 10 months
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Okay hear me out, I have a book scene idea:
The male and female protagonist doesn't talk with each other anymore. Like they had a fight and are like mad and stubborn and doesn't wanna talk. So like one of them starts dating again, let's take the female protagonist. And then few weeks later they meet somewhere, like a coffee shop. And like the female protagonist's new date is buying her coffee and she is like enjoying it. The male character reaches towards her and greets her and asks, "What is that?" "A cup of coffee my boyfriend got." to make him angry she says this. With two strides he comes closer and whispers softly, "But you hate coffee, love."
I have no idea why I found this idea swooning but here it is for the world to decide.
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saranicore · 10 months
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जीने के लिए सोचा ही नहीं, दर्द संभालने होंगे
Jeene ke liye socha hi nhi, dard sambhalne honge
मुस्कुराएएं तो, मुस्कुराने के कर्ज़ उतारने होंगे
Muskuraye toh, muskurane ke karz utarne honge
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saranicore · 11 months
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saranicore · 11 months
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“Scary news is, you're on your own now. But the good news is, you're on your own now.”
-- Taylor Swift, Graduation speech
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saranicore · 11 months
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Being gentle isn't supposed to be easy. It will surely hurt you, but you still choose it.
--Moonqueen
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saranicore · 11 months
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If I write a poem about myself, will I become a narcissist?
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saranicore · 11 months
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I surrendered my withered petals in your soft hands,
They haven't been loved since the last summer end.
I am sure there was not a single hope left,
But they bloomed as you held them in your chest.
Oh my love, how did you make it grow?
Made my little fluttering heart glow.
--Moonqueen
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