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mornings with liv stabler (part 1/?)
#graphics#liv#olivia#i went fucking insane how did i do this#like even with the templates how....#my shitty shitty photoshop#well aware there are only 8 here#but the fucking home page takes an age to do#and i am Tired now#so pausing for a minute
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Philip Larkin, An Arundel Tomb
The Lovers of Valdaro
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Dylan Thomas, And Death Shall Have No Dominion
Homer, The Iliad (trans. Alexander Pope)
Definition of ya’aburnee
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reddit comment from [deleted] // someone you loved, lewis capaldi // in her arms, malcolm liepke // love and pain, edvard munch // a text from an ex // jackie and wilson, hozier //
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on soulmates
f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok
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SOULMATES
Lang Leav, Soul Mates / Emery Allen, Become / Dacia Maraini, Dreams of Clytemnestra / Audre Lorde, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name / Marina Tsvetaeva, “No one has taken anything away” / Dave Malloy, Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812
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jean cocteau// latin phrase// emily brontë// shelby mahurin
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unknown // gentle earth // @girlinterruptedpdf // “smother” daughter // euripides “medea”
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a dialogue between the unloved and the loving
neil hilborn // miranda july // @orpheuslament // aaron o’hanlon // georges bataille // georges bataille “my mother/madame edwarda/the dead man” // @khariyaha // natalie wee “least of all” // @fridayiminlovemp3 // maria petrovykh “love me. i am pitch black” // “the seven husbands of evelyn hugo” // sylvia plath “johnny panic & the bible of dreams” // mary oliver “wild geese” // sue zhao // virginia woolf from a letter to katherine mansfield // trista mateer
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..saying goodbye. yes, there is a place where someone loves you both before and after they learn what you are.”
“finally, in a low whisper, he said, “i think i might be a terrible person.” for a split second i believed him - i thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. then i realized that we all think we might be terrible people. but we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”
screaming take me as I am or kill me / screaming peel my skin off like a blindfold / screaming love me despite the horror / screaming please, God, love me because of it.
“show me your thorns and i’ll show you hands ready to bleed.”
“i don’t want your love unless you know i’m repulsive and love me as you know it”
People always think we look for love at our lowest to distract us. I am convinced we do it because we want someone to look us in the eye, to look our ugly in the eye and still choose us. I didn’t want a distraction, (highlighted) I wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway. (end highlight)
“i kneel into a dream where i / am good & loved. i am good. / i am loved. my hands have made / some good mistakes. they can always / make better ones.
capitalized letters that look like they’ve been cut and pasted on top of overhead pictures of fields. it reads: “tell me every terrible thing you ever did / and let me love you anyway.”
love me. i am pitch black, / sinful, blind, confused. / but if not you, then who else / is going to love me?
“if you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you,” i said, and then i kissed her and tasted the lemon juice on her lips.
“you have seen the rotten streak in me and you have come back, no matter how bad it was. you have always come back. can’t you see? you have taken me always as I am, no matter what.”
“i wish you wouldn’t look at me like that.” “like what?” “i don’t know,” she hesitated. “like you could love me.”
“i love you, and i am conscious of you all the time.”
in this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and i will not abandon you. unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.
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i could lay next to you forever
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Ryan Corr & Abbey Lee in 1% (2017, dir. Stephen McCallum)
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“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”
— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )
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