Somebody, The Shakes
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Where can I find an unyielding soul of myriad wounds like my own,
Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“… your eyes, the only eyes I feel,”
— Vicente Aleixandre, from A Longing for the Light; ‘Final Look’ (via seaymphea)
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#🖤
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hmmm......?
wearing your anchor's shirt to lacrosse practice because it smells like him, maybe??
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I wonder why
I expect to be
understood
when I refuse to allow
the truest form of myself
to exist
except behind
closed windows
and
darkened blinds.
V.I.P.P.// The Public & The Private (via vacantinkandprettypink)
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For you […] I am permitted to be a monster.
Novica Tadić, from ‘About the Knife’, Dark Things: Poems (trans. Charles Simic)
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liam: (ง'̀-'́)ง
theo: liam, no.
liam: (ง'̀-'́)ง
theo: *sighs*
theo: (ง'̀-'́)ง
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damn this crush i have on u is kinda giving me brain damage
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We were entwined in red rings of blood and loneliness,
Maya Angelou, from Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou; “Kin,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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