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“But you need your rotten heart
Your dazzling pain like diamond rings
You need to go to war to find material to sing
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
I need my golden crown of sorrow
My bloody sword to swing
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King”
―
Your dazzling pain like diamond rings
You need to go to war to find material to sing
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King
I need my golden crown of sorrow
My bloody sword to swing
My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King”
―
“Tis frightening to lose one's place in the world."
Holo knew the dread of being left alone in thie wide, wide worlds. She knew how harsh it was not to be needed anymore.”
― 狼と香辛料XXIII Spring LogVI
Holo knew the dread of being left alone in thie wide, wide worlds. She knew how harsh it was not to be needed anymore.”
― 狼と香辛料XXIII Spring LogVI
“There were tales that only the island knew. Ones that had never been told. I knew, because I was one of them.”
― Spells for Forgetting
― Spells for Forgetting
“Being there, but not being there.”
―
―
“NOVEMBER
Now chill & grey November
Come slowly o'er the plain,
Drearily the winter wind
Sings songs of future pain.
Wrapped closely in deep grey,
She scarcely will let pass
A little ray of sun
To cheer the sodden grass.
She scatters with her hand
The leaves dried up and brown,
The few that yet remain
From gay October's crown.
Her eyes and dark and sad,
Sad for the dying year,
And often in the mist
There falls a silent tear.
Beneath a cheerless sky
The trees are standing bare,
The fog has risen thick
And she is no more there.”
―
Now chill & grey November
Come slowly o'er the plain,
Drearily the winter wind
Sings songs of future pain.
Wrapped closely in deep grey,
She scarcely will let pass
A little ray of sun
To cheer the sodden grass.
She scatters with her hand
The leaves dried up and brown,
The few that yet remain
From gay October's crown.
Her eyes and dark and sad,
Sad for the dying year,
And often in the mist
There falls a silent tear.
Beneath a cheerless sky
The trees are standing bare,
The fog has risen thick
And she is no more there.”
―
Muhammad’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Muhammad’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
1,633 books
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105 friends
1,328 books
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77 friends
371 books
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285 friends
293 books
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54 friends
126 books
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83 friends
18 books
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5,115 friends
257 books
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191 friends
81 books
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81 friends
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