#den

At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she only wants to get away from this city where no one can fathom her love- boundless and profane and real, like her skin and her lips and the insides of her thighs. She knows she can smile, smell like the others. Her skin would bleed too if pricked and yet this reality does not belong to the ones sleeping on the platform floor; this reality is hers and her alone. Thus when she puts the mirror back, she rummages in her handbag, searching for that thing called identity: some of it lost somewhere in the railway colony she had just left behind, some in Sudhanshu’s left jacket pocket, the rest of it scattered here around broken teacups on railings, totally aberrant and arbitrary. ↗

— Kunal Sen

#suicidal #teenager #love

The moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was somebody else, somebody I could love. And since somebody else never showed up, I did fall in love with her. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #mistaken-identity #love

I don't know you very well, and i'm almost afraid to know you better. Maybe i love you because i don't know you. Maybe if i knew what you were really like and what you wanted out of life and what you think is important, I wouldn't care for you at all and that would be the end of this. ↗

— Elliot Mabeuse

#elliot-mabeuse #knowing-a-person #love #life

A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#humor #insightful #humor

I'm sure that you psychotic necro-wannabes with delusions of godhood are all about sharing with your fellow maniacs. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #humor

I guess maybe you don’t get to be the Merlin of the White Council by saving up frequent-flier miles ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #humor

Never touch my brother on his fucking birthday. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #thomas-raith #humor

If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read "President Can't Swim. ↗

— Lyndon B. Johnson

#humor

Why is Santa an anagram for Satan? I mean, besides the fact that both have the same amounts of the same letters. Just consider the many other similarities between the two figures: both of them are red, both of them like to laugh, both of them give presents to children and both of them are kings of an ungodly underworld of unspeakable horror and suffering. Coincidence? I THINK NOT. ↗

— Sam Logan

#humor #santa #satan #humor

I couldn't exactly blame Jane Austen for being a romantic. What the hell else was there to do back then for fun? ↗

— Kristin Walker

#humor #jane-austen #olden-days #humor