dinkytheinky
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dinkytheinky · 5 months ago
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You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read.
It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive.
~ James Baldwin
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dinkytheinky · 5 months ago
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All I know is that I've wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy l'd get if only I really, really did enough to deserve it.
But I don't want it anymore, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to regardless of what l do, regardless of who I become.
Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow's sky.
~ Kazuo Ishiguro
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dinkytheinky · 3 years ago
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Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.
~ James Baldwin.
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dinkytheinky · 3 years ago
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And i wondered if a memory is something you have or something you've lost.
~ Marion, Another Woman,1988 (Woody Allen)
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dinkytheinky · 3 years ago
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being with a man: mid, disappointing, underwhelming
 crushing on a man from a distance, wearing cute outfits and smiling extra bright when u pass them, listening to pop songs and creating fake scenarios in your head: god tier, absolute best feeling however fleeting
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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maybe the days we had are gone living in silence for too long open your eyes and what do you see no more laughs no more photographs.
~ goodbye kiss, Kasabian.
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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It's always "I miss you" and never "You've been on my mind girl like a drug"
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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“I think... if it is true that
there are as many minds as there
are heads, then there are as many
kinds of love as there are hearts.”
~ Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina.
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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I posted 59 times in 2021
43 posts created (73%)
16 posts reblogged (27%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 0.4 posts.
I added 243 tags in 2021
#art - 30 posts
#writings - 30 posts
#literature - 28 posts
#thoughts - 27 posts
#lines - 25 posts
#dark academic aesthetic - 25 posts
#quotes - 24 posts
#aesthetic - 22 posts
#books - 21 posts
#poetry - 11 posts
Longest Tag: 36 characters
#exerpts from a book i'll never write
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
“There are fragments of you in all the things you love. This is how we live forever.”
~ Blake Auden
14 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 13:33:50 GMT
#4
“I condemn you. Yet my heart yearns towards you. I would go with you through the fires of death. Yet i am happiest alone.”
~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves
34 notes • Posted 2021-05-06 18:04:00 GMT
#3
“I stared out the car window and understood that I was in a place where nobody knew my heart even a little bit.” 
- Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home //
46 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 15:28:41 GMT
#2
“He had not touched me. He did not need to. His presence had affected me in such a way that I felt as if he had caressed me for a long time.”
~ Anais Nin, Delta of Venus
65 notes • Posted 2021-07-09 15:43:21 GMT
#1
“I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.” ~ Langston Hughes
73 notes • Posted 2021-06-11 20:18:10 GMT
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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dark academic activities (taylor's version):
stand in a nice dress staring at the sunset
move the furniture so you can dance
meet someone where the spirit meets the bones
book the night train (for a reason)
draw hearts in the byline
use your best colors for a portrait
stare out an open window catching your death
sit in a corner you haunt
go to the stone every day, grieve for the living
put the money in a bag and steal the keys
if someone asks you to dance, say dancing is a dangerous game
clean enough houses to know how to cover up a scene
sneak in through the garden gate
cry tears of mascara in the bathroom
wake up in the middle of the night and feel time moving
set off, but not without your muse
have a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair
dance in a storm in your best dress, fearless
sip coffee like you're on a late night show
be fine with your spite and your tears and your beers and your candles
see a film before and dislike the ending
fall behind all your classmates and end up here
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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too much self reflection is not a good thing honestly. go outside and plant a garden and then cook yourself a homemade dinner then mop the floors and change your sheets and take a hot shower then you won’t care so much
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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that old familiar body ache the snaps from the same little breaks in your soul you know when it's time to go.
~its time to go, taylor swift.
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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‘Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.’
~ Troy, Homer
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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He laughs, and the afternoon sunlight turns the floating dust particles into glitter around us.
-Sally Thorne, 99 percent mine
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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you can be mad as a mad dog at the way things went. you can swear and curse the Fates. but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.
~ The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
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dinkytheinky · 4 years ago
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some things are left unsaid like stories resting on nightstands waiting to be held again, but i will always remember the way you folded me at my corners like there was a part of me you wanted to come back to.
~ Wilder Poetry
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