“It had lasted no more than four days—four days which were perhaps the happiest days of his life. But now he had exhausted his memories, was sated by them, and the image of Mary, together with that of the old dying poet, now remained in the house of ghosts, which itself was already a memory.
Other than that image no Mary existed, nor could exist.”
― Mary
Other than that image no Mary existed, nor could exist.”
― Mary
“I hope, you find the strength to let go of what hurts you. I hope, you realize that pain is simple, what breaks you, won’t heal you. I hope you’ll realize, that love is simple because what really loves you, won’t leave you.”
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“she’s a perfect mess,
with a young heart,
and an old soul.
a beautiful disaster,
a masterpiece of words.
chaos within tragedy.
art in the shades of poetry,
a flawless masterpiece,
so perfectly damn good.”
―
with a young heart,
and an old soul.
a beautiful disaster,
a masterpiece of words.
chaos within tragedy.
art in the shades of poetry,
a flawless masterpiece,
so perfectly damn good.”
―
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