/lit/ - Literature

The simple phrase "All those years ago" makes me feel nostalgic. What are some other simple phrases that make you feel something?

>>22470758

Thanks now how about this


In gardens where eldritch shadows dance so dread,
The wilting roses bloom, their thorns concealed,
Unseen by eyes that seek love's tender grace,
In secret whispers, secrets unfulfilled,
With longing hearts, in cosmic night they pine,
In realms beyond the stars, their fate entwined.

In cryptic verses, ancient runes entwined,
Unveiling truths, where mortal hearts lie dead,
Through cyclopean dreams, where souls do pine,
They seek the answers, knowledge unrevealed,
Yet in the void, their questions go unfulfilled,
And madness blooms in minds that crave love's grace.

The heavens weep, as stars lose their grace,
In cosmic chaos, destinies entwined,
A cosmic tapestry, forever unfulfilled,
Where shadows cast a pall on dreams now dead,
As horrors from the abyss remain concealed,
In endless night, the forlorn hearts do pine.

In dreams of madness, where lost souls do pine,
Through eldritch realms, where sanity's misplaced,
They glimpse the horrors, long since concealed,
As ancient beings' destinies entwined,
In darkest depths, where hopes and dreams lie dead,
Their yearning hearts forever unfulfilled.

In whispered laments, desires unfulfilled,
The echoes of their sorrows endlessly pine,
In crypts below, where secrets turn to dead,
The roses wither, leaving love no grace,
In cosmic webs, their fates forever entwined,
As terrors from the abyss remain concealed.

In fevered visions, secrets lie concealed,
In shadowed corners, yearning hearts unfulfilled,
In tales of cosmic horror, stars entwined,
Where desperate souls in madness ever pine,
In realms beyond, where gods have fallen from grace,
The roses wither, love's sweet scent now dead.

The roses wilt, in gardens of the dead,
In cosmic voids, where truths remain concealed,
In starless skies, where love has lost its grace,
Unrequited souls, in sorrow unfulfilled,
In endless night, where dreams and hopes do pine,
Their fates, like ancient gods, forever entwined.

In cosmic tapestries, where all is dead,
The wilting roses, secrets still concealed,
Unquenched desire, unfulfilled, they pine.

i lost my kindle

>>22037793
>the last meeting of Hektor and Andromache
>the last meeting
>last
ummmm, what happense to Hektor?

I am a habitual marijuana smoker and my memory of the books which I have read is quite transient and incomplete