I'm Laala and I'm 22 years old. This is mainly a book blog: reviews, photographs, quotes. I also post anything that tickles my fancy.
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I'm the founder and editor in chief of an online literary magazine, Write Me a Metaphor. I'm also a poet, and you can buy my book on Amazon.
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~ Sunday, August 14 ~
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Heidi Durrow, The Girl Who Fell From The Sky

Heidi Durrow, The Girl Who Fell From The Sky

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~ Thursday, July 28 ~
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Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands
Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken,
Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken,
Luminously-people air ascends;
And past the poppies bluish neutral distance
Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach
Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence
Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.
Philip Larkin, Herein Collected Poems
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~ Friday, June 17 ~
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You can be a lot of things and be lonely. You can do exciting things and be lonely. You can fall in love and be lonely. You can marry and have children and be lonely. You can be content and be lonely. Once you’ve felt that kind of deep alienation, it changes you permanently. Permanent change means a lack of full recovery. If a man has an accident and limps for the rest of his life, we say he never fully recovered. You can even be lonely and be lonely.
— Deb Olin Unferth, Revolution
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