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“She's badass with a good heart, soft but strong. Unapologetic and honest. She's the type of woman you go to war beside, the type of woman you marry.”
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“I don’t want us to be something that only exists in the dark, in the cracks, in the places people don’t want to look or talk about.”
― Stolen Soulmate
― Stolen Soulmate
“I don't want sunny days. I want the thunderstorm that makes your soul shake. I want the lightning that rips through even the darkest moments and steals your breath as it brings them to life and light. And I want the rain–the rain that drenches you and washes away your hurt, the rain that fuels you and makes you grow. I don't want sunshine and rainbows romance, I want earth-quaking and sky splitting love.”
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“you are everything everywhere...my spirit rises up in your light, my heart blossoms in your colors, and my soul is born into your shade”
― Bodhi Simplique Impressionist Photography and Insights
― Bodhi Simplique Impressionist Photography and Insights
“Try as I might,
I can't write
you—it’s like
nailing sunlight
onto this white
page. I cannot,
for you are a dream
of yourself. You
who is my beginning
and my destination, even
my path is You.
This is Love.
But what is love? A silent
four-letter word,
when the music
of the entire language is You.
You see beyond me,
and into my possibilities.
But all my possibilities lead
to You.
For it was written that I
would love you,
that it'd be your destiny
to greet me. That You
would be my destiny,
and the rememberers
will utter my poems
only because
I loved
You.
Try as I might,
I can’t write
you—it’s like
nailing sunlight
onto this white
page. I cannot.
But reading this here
it is clear:
You are the poem
writing me.”
―
I can't write
you—it’s like
nailing sunlight
onto this white
page. I cannot,
for you are a dream
of yourself. You
who is my beginning
and my destination, even
my path is You.
This is Love.
But what is love? A silent
four-letter word,
when the music
of the entire language is You.
You see beyond me,
and into my possibilities.
But all my possibilities lead
to You.
For it was written that I
would love you,
that it'd be your destiny
to greet me. That You
would be my destiny,
and the rememberers
will utter my poems
only because
I loved
You.
Try as I might,
I can’t write
you—it’s like
nailing sunlight
onto this white
page. I cannot.
But reading this here
it is clear:
You are the poem
writing me.”
―
Sara’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Sara’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
217 books
|
36 friends
1,807 books
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25 friends
131 books
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18 friends
225 books
|
9 friends
796 books
|
43 friends
1 book
|
47 friends
10 books
|
13 friends
336 books
|
64 friends
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