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Kamila
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There is only so much any mind can endure before it must reject reality. Before it must reject wisdom and reason. I have always found my fragments of freedom in fantasy. It has served me better than any shield or sword, and certainly better than any of the laws of men. I have lived and died by quill and ink. And how could I ever begrudge myself this? Even moths and cormorants are thought by the naturalists to dream.
— Sep 25, 2025 12:20PM
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Kamila
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But the versions where you lose her are the oldest stories in the world. The ones where you fall, where you drown, where you let go
of her hand. Where you kiss her but she remains as cold and still as stone. There are no horses or carriages or ships to bear you away.
There is no hatch in the floor.
— Sep 25, 2025 04:37AM
of her hand. Where you kiss her but she remains as cold and still as stone. There are no horses or carriages or ships to bear you away.
There is no hatch in the floor.
Kamila
is on page 310 of 384
Free me. How much longer must I endure this posthumous existence?
— Sep 25, 2025 04:29AM
Kamila
is on page 305 of 384
In moments of solitude I can turn back time and imagine myself as young again: my bare feet in the grass, a crown of white flowers and juniper berries in my hair. (…) I take refuge in these dreams. I dive eagerly into unreal waters. But when I return, dragged unwillingly to the shore like a mermaid in a net, I am bereft again. Womanhood has left me with no place to hide.
— Sep 25, 2025 04:20AM
Kamila
is on page 279 of 384
“Nothing is ever lost, only changed, and grief is no more than the knowledge that a wilted flower cannot be made again to bloom. Time even warps the panes of hothouse-glass, till they may be shattered with a wanting breath.”
— Sep 25, 2025 03:31AM
Kamila
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Can one still cherish a love that ends in grief?
— Sep 22, 2025 12:37PM
Kamila
is on page 207 of 384
The man who I thought had saved me was in truth the one who had caged me. With that epiphany, I drifted and was lost. There is no bleaker darkness than that found when the light of love is snuffed out.
— Sep 15, 2025 04:59AM
