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above-the-time · 2 years ago
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above-the-time · 2 years ago
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above-the-time · 3 years ago
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it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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15/7 - find me in your memory
i think if anyone ever asked me what drama would i suggest them to watch, one of my top suggestions would be this one. the right ounce of heartbreak, the right sprinkle of romance; i think i cry a little every time i binge watch it. yes, it has become my comfort drama that i always come back to it whenever i don't feel at ease and just feel like crying my heart out. literally trying not to be biased over moon ga young bc she's one of my faves, but her dynamic and chemistry with the male lead are *chefs kiss; sobs i finished watching FMIYM in between my finals, just because. had a good time and cried a bit. now i have this huge gap in my chest again. ah- when will they make good dramas like this again?
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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Catherine Lacey, “Cut” / Robin McKinley, Deerskin / Bruce Springsteen intro to “I’m on Fire” / Mary Ruefle, “Woodtangle” / Dick Lourie, “How Do We Forgive Our Fathers?”
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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“these days, I find myself feeling like I am banging on a locked door of a house that no longer wants me to call it home, a body that no longer wants to bear my name and I wonder what it means that no one seems to be able to hear the way I am screaming so constantly, begging as my knuckles turn bloody- Please, please let me back in, it’s so cold out here alone- I wonder if all this knocking is just the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears, a final attempt of pushing life up through my chest. maybe this house is haunted, maybe this body is rotting.”
— IS ANYONE THERE? || O.L.
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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“Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back””
— Tim Seibles, from ‘Slow Dance’
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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where is home
“I wanted to hold onto the house the way you'd hold onto a love letter. It was proof that I had not always been completely alone in this world. But I think I was also holding on to the loss, to the emptiness of the house itself, as though to affirm that it was better to be alone than to be stuck with people who were supposed to love you, yet couldn’t.”
— Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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'“It’s the little cruelties that get you,” she told him. “Never the big hurts, the pains you can point to, and say, ‘Oh, I see this bruise,’ but the wounds that you can’t even tell are there until one day you are eating a bowl of fennel soup or sunbathing on the deck of the pool and you can’t move, you can’t do anything, because you think, Well, something is dead in me, what has been done to me, and why did I allow this to happen? And now, and now, and now…”’
- Regina Porter, The Travelers
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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peach <3
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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John Banville, The Sea 
[Text ID: “The past beats inside me like a second heart.”]
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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it's a war up here
nothing more powerful than a girl with a monologue going on in her head all the time... alone in her room... plotting... planning
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above-the-time · 4 years ago
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Jules Olitski, Orange, 1970
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