thalia d.
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“When we are sad—at least I am like this—it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change. Your descriptions of the desert—that oceanic, endless glare—are terrible but also very beautiful. Maybe there's something to be said for the rawness and emptiness of it all. The light of long ago is different from the light of today and yet here, in this house, I'm reminded of the past at every turn. But when I think of you, it's as if you've gone away to sea on a ship—out in a foreign brightness where there are no paths, only stars and sky.”
― The Goldfinch
― The Goldfinch
“one day
you are going to fall in love
and instead of breaking
like before
you'll find you fit perfectly
into all the fractured parts
and rusted
worn-out spots
you'll realize you are more beautiful
than you ever could have dreamed
more stunning
than you ever imagined
you see
little love
the universe always knew
just how flawless you would become
when you finally took the time
to fall in love with yourself”
― Songs With Our Eyes Closed
you are going to fall in love
and instead of breaking
like before
you'll find you fit perfectly
into all the fractured parts
and rusted
worn-out spots
you'll realize you are more beautiful
than you ever could have dreamed
more stunning
than you ever imagined
you see
little love
the universe always knew
just how flawless you would become
when you finally took the time
to fall in love with yourself”
― Songs With Our Eyes Closed
“There are such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious.”
― The Secret History
― The Secret History
“I hope you still taste like my name
when the next man kisses you
that he hears it echo down his throat
and crawl across his skin
I hope he knows that you were mine
that you had forevers on your lips
that were only meant for me
I hope he feels small, mismatched
when he takes hold of your hand
that his fingers never fill the void
my own have left behind
and when he lays by your side
and whispers that he loves you
I hope my voice echoes back louder
through all the canyons
I spent nights
and mornings
carving in your sheets.”
―
when the next man kisses you
that he hears it echo down his throat
and crawl across his skin
I hope he knows that you were mine
that you had forevers on your lips
that were only meant for me
I hope he feels small, mismatched
when he takes hold of your hand
that his fingers never fill the void
my own have left behind
and when he lays by your side
and whispers that he loves you
I hope my voice echoes back louder
through all the canyons
I spent nights
and mornings
carving in your sheets.”
―
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