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Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'Kintsugi 金継ぎ'
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daewid · 7 days
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The Orange and Other Poems, Wendy Cope
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daewid · 9 days
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“A true friend is someone who sees the pain in your eyes when everyone else sees the smile on your face.”
— Unknown
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daewid · 15 days
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daewid · 21 days
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daewid · 22 days
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daewid · 25 days
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“I think of you so often you have no idea.”
— James Joyce
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daewid · 26 days
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daewid · 26 days
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“And I just want to wake up next to you, exhausted with the adventures from the night before still lingering on our skin.”
— Yasmin A. Gomez
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daewid · 28 days
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I’m only interested in catering to one person. Y’all can have that sneaky link culture. My soul ain’t for sharing
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daewid · 28 days
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French is smth else👀
Luv it...
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J'aimerais pouvoir dire combien je te veux
et sois celui qui peut t'appeler mon amour.
Stromae - Formidable.
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daewid · 28 days
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B U R A N O
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daewid · 30 days
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daewid · 30 days
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Nah.. 👀
Somethings never lose their meaning.
Like...Been looking in someone's eyes for a while now, it only gets better ..🤯🔥
“I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.”
— Andy Warhol
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daewid · 30 days
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“She was a storm. Not the kind you run from. The kind you chase.”
— r.h.sin
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daewid · 1 month
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love is torture. not in the sense of physical pain, no. but in the sense that no matter how many words spill from my mouth, no matter how i look at you. none of it would be enough. you will never know how much i yearn for you. it is torture to love you, to love in a way the poets do. and it is torture, for you to have no clue how much you kill me in all the best ways.
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daewid · 1 month
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so for your arrogance and your ruthlessness I am swept back where dead lichens drip dead cinders upon moss of ash; so for your arrogance I am broken at last, I who had lived unconscious, who was almost forgot; if you had let me wait I had grown from listlessness into peace, if you had let me rest with the dead, I had forgot you and the past.
—H. D., excerpt from "Eurydice", in Collected Poems 1912-1944
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