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we'd never met but had the same thoughts. wrote the same lyrics. murmured the same songs. we'd never met but then you did something that i wanted to do or was it the other way around, i no longer remember. we exchanged letters, agreed we should meet. just out of sheer curiosity. then came covid. and we'll never know how the other talks like irl.

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Stray light, Clarissa M Bonet

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if you're to go alone out in the dark alley

at night

please take my lighter with you

so that you'll always carry a fire along

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Les Nymphes (after Bouguereau) by Luis Ricardo Falero (1878)

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Automne (The Four Seasons) by Gustave Boulanger (1850)

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Paul Landacre (American, 1893–1963)

Sultry Day, 1937

Wood engraving

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Ghost friends. An anonymous fear submitted to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!

You can find original artwork in my shop!

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Jan Zrzavý (Czech, 1890-1977)

Horses under the moon, 1919 

Mixed media

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we live in a world that has taught us competing against each other is of the utmost importance; that winning, while others lose, is the biggest joy of all; that being 'the best' is what life's about.

i no longer wanna play. i no longer wish to compete.

i'm out .

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Preparing for the Bath by John William Godward (1900)

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it's been a while .

the pandemic is over .

the apocalypse is coming .

the world is crashing down .

everything feels bonkers .

but somehow i expected it.

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i remembered to check tumblr after a long long time, seems the same yet it feels different. this blog is my adolescence, middle- and high-school heartbreaks, nostalgia for sth i can no longer touch . maybe that's what strikes me as different!

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Leda and the Swan by Heinrich Lossow (19th Century)

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