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It was not in my nature to be an assertive person. I was used to looking to others for guidance, for influence, sometimes for the most basic cues of life. And yet writing stories is one of the most assertive things a person can do. Fiction is an act of willfulness, a deliberate effort to reconceive, to rearrange, to reconstitute nothing short of reality itself. Even among the most reluctant and doubtful of writers, this willfulness must emerge. Being a writer means taking the leap from listening to saying, “Listen to me.
Have you ever longed for someone?
Did you ever dream of someone?
Touched the spark?
But missed the connection?
Felt so warm?
As the world turned cold?
Did you fall in love?
As fast as flowers, falling from trees?
(Source: fightlesbird, via fuckyeahjapanandkorea)
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I often used to dream about you — vivid dreams with clear-cut stories. In these dreams, you were always searching desperately for me. We were in a kind of labyrinth, and you would come almost up to where I was standing. ‘Take one more step! I’m right here!’ I wanted to shout, and if only you could find me and take me in your arms, the nightmare would end and everything would go back to the way it was. But I was never able to produce that shout. And you would miss me in the darkness and go straight ahead past me and disappear. It was always like that.
88.
This fact # is dedicated to my wife.
I should’ve written this a long time ago but I don’t know why it never occurred to me. But, anyway. To begin.
- My wife and I both laugh excessively.
- We can literally talk 24/7 without ever running out of things to converse about.
- We have the same types of music, and movies.
- Not so much on men, though we can both definitely appreciate each other’s choices (this is excellent).
- We have so many inside jokes, we can probably communicate solely through these said jokes and still manage to comprehend each other.
- We suffer from severe synchronicity, i.e., texting each other at the same time, thinking of each other at the same time, etc, etc.
- We make life plans together.
- I think someday we’re going to be admitted to a mental institution together too.
- I believe both of our sense of humors are fantastic.
- We both aren’t very fond of sea foods.
- We both like dark and freezing rooms.
- But if I start listing all our similarities here, this post will never end.
- So I’d just like to say that I love her, who is both my weakness and strength. 사랑해
- Moth…
1112pm:
Took a screenshot of a girl’s instagram (stalker status) but I am in love! What brand/watch is this? :(
I would wear this everyday even though it’s not my habit to wear watches.
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The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.
1112pm:
I’m a busy person. I don’t have time for romance.
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Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be sure, but not an ordinary fact, for so few of us learn that love is tenderness, and tenderness is not, as a fair proportian suspect, pity; and still fewer know that happiness in love is not the absolute focusing of all emotion in another: one has always to love a good many things which the beloved must come only to symbolize; the true beloveds of this world are in their lovers’s eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child’s Sunday, lost voices, one’s favourite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.
