And its okay if work keeps you busy for days. On a little easier day, bring me a coffee and tell me how much you love me. I’d be totally fine.
SHRUTHI SAGARYou would be so proud of me if you knew of all the ways I’ve turned my pain into art.
More Shruthi Sagar Quotes
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Fault was neither yours nor mine, it’s just that it wasn’t the right time.
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And in return for all the love i gave you, all you ever gave me was pain and heartbreak.
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Brown daughters are just fragile glass houses always on the verge of shattering.
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The first step towards healing is reflection. From reflection comes awareness, and from awareness we must move towards acceptance. From acceptance, we can take action. And in action comes healing.
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We talk too much about heartbreak and broken tales, where are the happy endings and magical fairy tales?
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I had a playlist of his name. Of songs he would send me now and then. Now every song I hear is a ghost of him. A reminder that he is here. But he is not.
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But hopes are just dreams and not all dreams come true. So I hope of you, knowing very well that you could never come true.
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This ocean of love swallowed my paper heart whole.
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Loves a drug, the one who overdoses bears the consequences.
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Death I believe has many forms. It is a shapeshifter. But amongst all the forms it has, love is my favorite.
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Love is like water; like a river crushing through the mountains to carve its own path. Love will make its own way but only if you have the courage to follow.
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Tear me open and I will bleed in your name. My heart aches from your absence, but in the aching and breaking is where my art is born.
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My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.
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He tells me he is broken and love isn’t for him. Someone, please go tell him, heart break births the best of lovers.
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Aren’t all poets born from tragedy?
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