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Saw this random photo in my gallery. Don't know where i downloaded it from but glad I saw it today. Much needed.

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Every moment was torment before we met 🖤🖤🖤🖤

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“She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.”

— Unknown

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Frostbite:

i am melting between icicles and morning dew.

you touch me and my skin erupts in frost,

a thin layer. i barely notice.

stilling my blood; clotting my veins.

i haven’t taken a breath since i saw you,

i couldn’t breathe when i was with you,

i’m left with bitten flesh

and a mauled heart

but i cant feel any of it

i’m purple and gasping and numb,

soon i will fall off.

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I just read “each time you open a book and read, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death”and OH MY GOD

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prayer to saint dorothea

//fs navratil

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people tend to worship the stars, gods, idols, taking their word as truth, each action as sacred. i envy their commitment to powers that love them and have told them so. their faith has not been misplaced.

i’m cursed with devotion to you. you give me less answers than any deity. maybe i find solace in the way i’ll never know for certain what is true. i’ll follow my belief to the ends of the earth, and the end of my life, and find out then.

my devotion shows in the way i trail you. i crawl on hands and knees. watch me prostrate, praise my unwavering attention. revel in my compulsion to answer to you, even when nothing has been asked of me.

you move with grace, away from me, forwards, upwards. you levitate and my ego lets me believe i can catch you. you elevate and i’m left to grasp at the dust you kicked up around my face. i inhale the particles you chose to touch instead of me. i let it burn my lungs to match the lingering embers in my scorched chest. i gasp in as much as i can so that the walls inside me are evenly charred, so a part within me can be as perfect and uniform as the whole of you.

i crave the damage that accompanies this obsession. i write to sharpen the dagger you slice me with and marvel at the jagged wounds you leave behind. i write about those too. i scribe ode after ode, the testaments of the danger you pose to me are also prayers to summon you.

your name is a desperate chant ever trapped behind my grinding teeth. i crush the memory of your flesh between my fingertips and my pen while i write about the way my blood yearns to be heated by it once more.

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literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.

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I love people more than they love me and cling to them long after they have let go. I break my heart and use the shards to carve out words for people who have all but forgotten my name, so that they cannot be forgotten. I cherish memories, holding them close even as the edges bite into scarred skin. And I no longer pray, but if missing you was a religion, I would be its most devoted follower.

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on love.

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s2ep9 bungou stray dogs: Double Black// work song by hozier// house md, s8ep19: the c-word// Anne Carson, Euripides// s1ep9 bungou stray dogs: The Beauty is Quiet Like a Stone Statue// Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from ‘Love of the Wolf’, tr. Keith Cohen// house md// wasteland, baby! by hozier// haikyuu!! s2ep24: Switch for the Utmost Limit// the song of achilles by madeline miller// s3ep3 bungou stray dogs: Only a Diamond Can Polish a Diamond// the song of achilles by madeline miller// house md, s8ep19: the c-word// shauna barbosa, from "GPS"// bungou stray dogs: dead apple//  The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan// haikyuu!! s1ep22: Oikawa Tooru is not a Genius// jenny slate// franz kafka, letter to milena// haikyuu!! s2ep25: Declaration of War// Sarah Ruhl, from “Eurydice”// bungou stray dogs: ch109// trista mateer from "for the one who loved my hands more than anything else"//

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“The war will end. The leaders will shake hands. The old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son. That girl will wait for her beloved husband. And those children will wait for their heroic father. I don’t know who sold our homeland. But I saw who paid the price.”

— Mahmoud Darwish; Palestinian poet.