— Love, Paruyr Sevak
[text ID: You have become so delicate / And vulnerable, / As if you're living without a skin. / - That's Love.
text ID: Քնքշացել ես այնքա՜ն / Ու խոցելի՛ դարձել,, / Կարծես թե ապրում ես առանց մաշկի։ / -Սերն է։]
“If only you would have asked me a year ago that one random evening I’ll meet someone like you out of the blue, then we would fall for eachother hopelessly, co-parent a cat for some time, until we move in together under the same roof and plan on adopting more feline creatures by the end of the coming year, together… I would have laughed so hard.”
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
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There is something enchantingly beautiful about books kept in old wooden shelves. The rich, warm tones, often polished by years of gentle handling. The slight creaks of them as you pull out a volume can evoke a feeling of nostalgia, reminding us of the many hands that have turned those pages before us.
[November’24, The Bookshop Inc., Lodhi Colony, New Delhi]
coco mellors, cleopatra and frankenstein.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
Alice Notley // Warsan Shire
They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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