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the colour of pomegranates / sayat nova. posts every 30 minutes.

a collection kept by liang.
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a quotebot composed by liang / a collection of musings, poetry, lyrics & dialogue.

primarily based off
the colour of
pomegranates

quotes may contain dark or disturbing themes, follow at own discretion.
it‘s just like the ocean under the moon ╱ it‘s the same as the emotion I get from you
November 27, 2025 at 5:46 PM
with teeth.
November 27, 2025 at 5:29 PM
dahlias, they come from me ╱ a promise to get well
November 27, 2025 at 5:22 PM
I argue to win.
November 27, 2025 at 5:08 PM
I can‘t even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.
November 27, 2025 at 5:01 PM
you might as well be walking on the sun.
November 27, 2025 at 4:43 PM
vain men never hear anything but praise.
November 27, 2025 at 4:32 PM
that was his first moment of regret. but he took courage once more.
November 27, 2025 at 4:17 PM
from a stupid father to a stupid son.
November 27, 2025 at 4:10 PM
it is lonely when you‘re among people too.
November 27, 2025 at 3:49 PM
for I have no love beside thee. I would have thee know it well.
November 27, 2025 at 3:41 PM
the enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil.
November 27, 2025 at 3:30 PM
the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
November 27, 2025 at 3:13 PM
roast pumpkin pasta perhaps.
November 27, 2025 at 3:06 PM
mine has been a life of shame.
November 27, 2025 at 2:44 PM
how much did it cost you to sail to the moon.ᐣ
November 27, 2025 at 2:33 PM
oh, I‘ve got something in my throat.
November 27, 2025 at 2:25 PM
the first real problem I faced in my life was that of beauty.
November 27, 2025 at 2:04 PM
in this healthy and beautiful life, my share has been nothing but suffering.
November 27, 2025 at 1:44 PM
you don‘t remember, you don‘t remember ╱ why don‘t you remember my name.ᐣ
November 27, 2025 at 1:36 PM
you do it to yourself, you do. that‘s what really hurts.
November 27, 2025 at 1:21 PM
I have noticed that in the photographs of me taken about that time together with my family, the others have serious faces; only mine is invariably contorted into a peculiar smile.
November 27, 2025 at 1:01 PM
the answer is brutal; we‘re deceiving eachother —— this is how I love you, probably.
November 27, 2025 at 12:44 PM
you feel the turning of the world, so soft and slow —— it‘s turning you round and round.
November 27, 2025 at 12:24 PM
this is your life, and it‘s ending one minute at a time.
November 27, 2025 at 12:08 PM