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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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"you look tired" well the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”
— Unknown
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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Stumbles out of google docs covered in blood
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dark academia moodboard
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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Take me somewhere we both love;
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Take me to where we can love
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When it was Possible to Concentrate, The World Felt like A Perpetually Unfolding Miracle
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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that feeling when a book messes you up so badly you have to set it down and close it and just stare out the window for 5 whole minutes to gather yourself
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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THE GARDEN
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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The Picture of Dorian Gray is to me what the yellow bound book was to Dorian Gray
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Van Gogh And His Sunflowers by terry wei
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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—The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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[texts back three years later] haha not much what about you
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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“Love isn’t something natural. Rather it requires discipline, concentration, patience, faith, and the overcoming of narcissism. It isn’t a feeling, it is a practice.”
— The Art of Loving, Erich Fromm (b. 23 March 1900)
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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lecoeurdupitre · 2 years
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“I don’t control anything. Not even my own words. But it isn’t sad: it’s humble happiness.”
— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
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