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i've ran out of which could mean nothings. i think this just might mean everything
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The particularity of a lover’s scent is a wellspring of eroticism. Its remembrance keeps passion alive even as it fills the soul with regret for the passage of time.
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In memory, erotic scent, which is founded on the specificity of the beloved’s body, at last assumes a life independent of the body. As Casanova observes in his Memoirs, “There is something in the air of the bedroom of the woman one loves, something so intimate, so balsamic, such voluptuous emanations, that if a lover had to choose between Heaven and this place of delight, his hesitation would not last for a moment.” This transcendence reminds us of the transformative aspects of the alchemical process. “The only … alchemist that turns everything into gold is love,” writes Anaïs Nin. “The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.”
Essence and Alchemy: A Natural History of Perfume, Mandy Aftel
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fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
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get up in the evening and i ain’t got nothing to say i come home in the morning i go to bed feeling the same way i ain’t nothing but tired man i’m just tired and bored with myself hey there baby i could use just a little help you can’t start a fire you can’t start a fire without a spark this gun’s for hire even if we’re just dancing in the dark messages keep getting clearer radio's on and i’m moving round the place i check my look in the mirror i wanna change my clothes my hair my face man i ain't getting nowhere i’m just living in a dump like this there's something happening somewhere baby i just know that there is you can’t start a fire you can’t start a fire without a spark this gun’s for hire even if we’re just dancing in the dark you sit around getting older there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me i’ll shake this world off my shoulders come on baby the laugh's on me stay on the streets of this town and they'll be carving you up all right they say you gotta stay hungry hey baby i’m just about starving tonight i’m dying for some action i’m sick of sitting round here trying to write this book i need a love reaction come on now baby gimme just one look you can't start a fire sitting round crying over a broken heart this gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark you can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart this gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark
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to my daughter, I leave my millions of pinterest boards, my oddly specific spotify playlists, and my concerning tumblr posts
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the most insufferable person you know just posted another one of those “imagine hating me and I’m just…” like this isn’t helping your case the way you think it is
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I love the word “innit” british people cooked with that one
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<3
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