Nothing is true,Everything is permitted
Month
“I like the night, I have clearer ideas in the dark.”
— Serge Gainsbourg
“Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious.”
— Rumi
“I wish I knew where I went wrong, where you stopped loving me and decided you had enough. But that is so difficult to figure out because you told me you loved me only a day before you left me. Were those words fake? Tell me, where did we or I go wrong? Did I love you too much? Were you tired of my love? Were you tired of having someone loving you unconditionally? Were you tired of me thinking we had a chance at our happy ending? Were you tired of the fighting and decided that I was no longer worth it, worth the promises you made? Were you tired of me trusting you and for thinking I could tell you whatever was on my mind? Were you tired of me believing you so easily? Tell me, where did I go wrong?”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
“i am longing for the day when i stop losing sleep over you”
— tired
“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Ice Palace
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
— Pablo Neruda
“I’ve never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.”
— Joanne Harris
“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”
— Rumi
“Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.”
— André Aciman; Call Me By Your Name
“Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.”
— Tyler Kent White
“All the bright, precious things fade so fast. And they don’t come back.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Great Gatsby