Christina Maria Basler
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“There is no combination of words that can describe the rumbling of thunder and heavy rain inside of me when i think of you.” — Excerpt from a book I will never write #1061 // natural disaster // @un3xplainable-feelings (via excerptsofstories)(via excerptsofstories)
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“I felt the gentle touch of your fingers sliding into their spot between mine. I felt the soft caress of your fingertips on my bare skin. I felt the warm feather light touch of your lips on my forehead. I felt your arms tightly wrapped around my waist. I felt your chest pressed against my back as your face rested in the crook of my neck. I don’t feel any of that anymore and I honestly can’t take it.” — Excerpt from a book I will never write #1146 // CG (via excerptsofstories)(via excerptsofstories)
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“I have one last request for you, as you continue on your path of life: don’t fall in love with a writer. Please, don’t let them torment themselves at 2am thinking of how to describe the expression on your face at the first snow of the season. Whatever you do, don’t let them get distracted in the middle of the day because they’re trying to write up the perfect reply to your vague text. If you can ever control it, please don’t make them stay awake hours on end trying to hand-write you a letter to explain how they feel, when vocal words just aren’t enough. If at all possible, don’t tell them you love them, as they’ll think of a thousand and one ways to tell it back to you. I’m asking you this because it happened. To me. From you. And it sucked all the life out of me. Not in the sense that I didn’t write. But in the sense that all I did was write. Poems, stories, small journal entries. And it didn’t hit me until I heard your voice across that little coffee shop that my poem was about you. I realized you were the soft melody flowing through my head that I couldn’t get out, much like a favorite song. You were the glimmer of hope in the darkness of the night when my thoughts consumed me and I wrote until my hand hurt and my paper stained with tears. You were all of those, and so much more. So I ask that you please spare another writer’s heart, not to keep them from inspiration, but to keep them from hurting the way I did.” — Excerpt from a book I will never write #1169 (via excerptsofstories)(via excerptsofstories)
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“We don’t get to choose who we love, we just do.” — Excerpts of stories I’ll never finish / #166 (via storyexcerpts) -
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“It’s not fair. People claim to know you through the things you’ve done, and not by sitting down and listening to you speak for yourself.” — Hannah Kent (via quotemadness)(via quotemadness)
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“Just make sure that when you do figure out exactly what you want, don’t lose sight of it.”