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— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness.”

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marlena by julie buntin

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I want a friend where I can just talk about poetry with them. I want to send them quotes from my favorite books and recommend those books and just share poetry with them.

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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”

Kait Rokowski

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i cant think of the fact that humans send messages saying ’where are you? who are you?’ from earth to the giant and empty space all around us for too long because it makes me cry so hard and feel so human and lonely

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the dark is empty: most of

our heroes have been wrong.

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Last passenger

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i'm going feral y'all want anything?

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Some random gravestones

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The bug collector

(Taken from pinterest)

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i've nocked on the door. a door. a door that may appear to lead me to a place that no longer exists. i can hear the faint breeze of someone tracing their finger on the doorknob. what. lies. beyond. the. door.