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red, a violent and warm color; it is no coincidence that it is the color of blood, of struggle, of passion, and of pain. I dream in red, I live, and will surely die in red; my passion is the darkest velvet. history kisses me; her lipstick is red, her perfume of time smells that of red roses and of revolution.
red, the color of passion, pain and revolution –( s.o. )
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“I have survived, but I have not been spared.”
— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente (via sylviaplcths)
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ive been drawing all night, love these two
#maximillien tag.#slams fist down where are my maximillien blogs#♦ A BEAUTIFUL DEATH { face. }#queue protocol
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Sombra: Can you move your seat up?
Widowmaker: No.
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Do you ever become desensitized to your own trauma?? Like you’ve been dealing with it for so long that when you accidentally let it slip out in conversation and the persons like “um oh my god?” You’re like wow I forgot my life has been one unspeakable horror after another #noted
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Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
Clarice Lispector, A Hora Da Estrela (via yourjuliet)
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poly ships are so fucking perfect and i wish there was more. i wish there were more fics exploring three people falling in love, or two people building a friendship and growing closer because they’re both in love with the same person. i want art and head canons and all of it. there’s so much that’s untapped because not enough people seem to want to go in that direction and it’s really sad
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She lived with a ghost and increasingly felt herself to be a ghost among the living.
Luis Vargas, on Gabriela Mistral, from the preface of “Madwomen: Poems,” (via 400bones)
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keep your fucking hands to yourself or i’ll rip them off
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Dusk was seeping into the room, the pink of sunset glowed in the wall mirrors,
Albert Camus, from Selected Works; “The Plague,” published c. 1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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no offense but the soft uncertain kiss followed by a pause where the people look each other in the eyes and then fucking pull eachother back into a more passionate kiss will always be the most soul destroying trope , catch me lying on the fucking ground sobbing and rewatching The Scene™✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼
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*unmute this and watch the mcCree*
My parents: I don’t see how you can sit in your room in front of your computer for hours what are you even doing in there?
Me: Ummm….
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Woa I almost forgot I have an art blog, but since I’ve been gone here’s a widowmaker. I’m debating whether i should finish it with a bg :/
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when your heart is bleeding i’m coming to get you
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