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Throwback to cosy evenings at Uni where I'd have hot chocolate (always in my I'd rather be at Hogwarts mug haha) and sit in my bed to read as self-care! The books at the book would always remain at my bedside table! Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is one of the biggest books I own so it wouldn't fit in my shelves 😂, and Wizard of Oz is a collector's edition of one of my favourite stories growing up! I was re-reading Good Omens at this point, a wonderful book I discovered after the Prime adaptation was released two years ago! I can't wait to have my favourite demon and angel back in season 2!🥰 QOTD: Have you watched/read Good Omens? What TV series, if any, are you watching right now? AOTD: I haven't been binging any show recently but since it's Wednesday, I'll be watching Loki episode 5 later 🤗 *** #booklover #bookstagram #newbookstagrammer #harrypotter #orderofthephoenix #goodomens #neilgaiman #ineffablehusbands #candleight #nighttimereading #hotchocolate #wizardofoz #readingnook #scentedcandles #bookish #bookislife #bookmoments #keepreading #terrypratchett #throwback #readingmoments https://www.instagram.com/p/CRCFAAzMmxr/?utm_medium=tumblr

Market, candlelight (1865) Petrus van Schendel (1806–1870) Dutch-Belgian genre painter

Inktober Day 5 Candlelight for day 5, I'm very pleased with this one. Pen and Ink.

You asked me a question and I will respond. You asked me out of pure innocent intent. I did not give it much thought for long, and while I was quick I got it all wrong… While what I say is true, and is meant to be. It was not the words I truly would choose to describe what you had asked of me. Rather what I wanted to say was buried deep within the heart hidden away, in a very shy state. I am not always fair, I am not always full and true. I am not always an open book, even though I want this for you… Sometimes I have to step back, guarded against all intent. It takes me time to form the words, to drive out the lament. Time for me to think about how I want to say things, to get them right… To understand what I say is from the depths of my heart to you, as it should have been the first time I had said it through… The first moment you whispered… That you spoke in a most shy of tones, was the last time I wanted silence from you… It was the last time I wanted to spend a day, without hearing the beauty of your voice… It was the first time a smile came to my lips. The first time my heart started to turn, that it started to yearn. It was the first time I had experienced a lack of words… For your voice was pure and could not have gone unheard… It was the sound of love unknown… The sound of a goddess spoken from above to below. So when you ask why, I have to begin with this, that It was always true… I always wanted to hear from you… I always wanted you to speak another word… But as to why? I could tell you we are the same… But as to how?… I could tell you we hold the same beliefs… That we hold the same values deep in the core… That you know what I am going to say before have finished… It could be that we have the same personality, or that we want the same things… But that isn't all… For it is not it in full. That is but a shadow as to why... To list such things is to be shallow to the core… It wasn't right just to mask the obvious which we both knew, it runs deep and true… The reason I want to close my eyes and hear you is so that my heart can become as one… So that my soul may fuse to full and undived from two. One half being me and the other you... For we are the same… Two half's fused into a whole, that were born into different souls… Will silly it may seem... It is the truth I hold deep. That has gone unforetold... We have the same quarks and kinks. We have the shyness and yet the strength. We speak to be heard and never to boast... We whisper our ultimate goals… We did not want to be seen by the masses in the light. But rather to hold each other under the pale luminance moonlight. It is here that your voice beckons to me… That I find myself swept away into a state of harmony…. A state only you can bring... Yet these words don’t seem right… With a start, it seems just like the beginning of the fight… It seems almost void of what I mean to say… For there are no true words to ever paint how we are in this place… How we call to one another, how when we are together we are,... complete… There is no right way to say that you bring me peace… That my heart stops from the moment you speak… There is no right way to say my mind stills and for a moment I arise from my knees... There is no right way to say how the sadness fades… Or how the insanity ceases… Or how from the depth of my soul… Your mere whisper takes hold… So ask me as to why? Is to hard to say… For even though we both know the truth, there will never be the right words to explain to you as to why. Why I want to hear your beauty, why I want you always near me.. I have not the right words… I have not the right words that can speak truths that are worthy of you. I can list everything I am amazed by you… Not just of beauty, or intelligence that runs deeps. Or your most amazing personality. It cannot define your incredible sense of humor or the way you see things bright and the shadows recede. It cannot even be the serenity you bring me… Or my love true… For of all words, I can truly say that would be just and worthy of you… Is that without you in my life… would be a worse fate than to be plunged upon a knife… To have my heart torn from my chest... For without you, this would be true. For the pain of such would less than missing you... I say this to you… That there are not enough words to describe why I want to…None were forged to get it right. Not even if I was to equal the stars in the sky, It would be a crime to even try... All I can say for the millions of things I love about you only one do I hate… That is the moment we part, the moment when I longer can have you near my heart… It is then it breaks… It begins to fade as if life has left this place... When I become alone again… When it becomes the absence of you when you fall fast to sleep... When your voice no longer could be heard not even an utter of a word... This breaks my soul... Yet even then, the thought of you returning makes my heart burns true… For the mere thought of you, begins to once more fill me with life. The thought I will see you again, the thought I will hear you, the thought of all there is... The mere memory of your voice begins to fill me with joy and then and only then do I survive. I survive, starving for you once more. So that I can once again feel right... Understand my love, when you ask why? That I ceased and almost die. For my heart begins to race, with the wonders that come by your mere grace… Even the thought of you… Or how to describe everything you mean, everything I want to say, is too much to ever be spoken in one lifetime, no less in a day... Read the full article

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Grand Palais des Champs-Élysées. Paris, France.