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You are the master of your own universe. Too bad it's a terrible place to live.

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"Nobody understands human psychology like Dostoyevsky, and that’s why I’ve banned him." . Joseph Stalin
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Because if you're too good, they'll kill you.
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Going to deactivate this account because I have too many fucking tumblrs - find me at sensualidiot.tumblr.com
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Do something you love in the hopes that it will kill you.

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Burn your work clothes. Write naked.


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Hey all, Flowers for Insomniacs is now "Give Up Writing." Let's do this.
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Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
Anais Nin (via kristiansaintmichel)
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@pawkette sent me this on twitter. The fake game titles are particularly entertaining.
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Hey everybody!
Sorry I disappeared for so long. Thank you to the people who didn’t stop following me (and the one person who stopped following after I said I was coming back). Also I want to thank stickoceans for making me feel like people cared if I blogged or not <3
Here are some pictures of me living my life. So exciting! Autumn and I got engaged! We adopted a cat named Margot… that is MISS Margot, named after the cat in Autumn’s new book We Are Wormwood (which is available on Amazon here).
I’ve included a couple of pics of me with other people just to prove that I have a social life. And then there’s this silly picture of me trying to be kawaii~ Also I really like wearing this flower in my hair. I think everyone out there should pick up a nice hair-flower for days when you’re feeling down. <3
Okay, have a great Tuesday!
~Lux
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Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
Charles Bukowski (via i-love-you-but-i-only)
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“I implore those who love me to love my solitude.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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Writing is the art for broken people. Writing is what happens when people like us get kicked in the stomach and our mouths shoved with dirt. Anyone can start typing, pick up a pen, but there’s a special kind of pain in the writing of those who write because of trauma.
I wrote a Faustian story about a girl who sold her soul to the devil so her broken legs would heal and she could dance again, but only in the end did she realize it was not the dance she wanted, but the love that the dance represented. She wanted the devil with his sweet tongue and not the gift he could offer. We spend so much time on our art we forget the reason we started the art in the first place. We reject the thing we wanted in order to place importance on the thing we started to do because we couldn’t have it.
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