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Sedih bgt

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Aku nggak kuat

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I made these headers from some of the cabins at Camp Half-Blood part 1

credit to artist for images, if you know tag it 💜

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— November 19, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries

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Postingan ini aku dedikasikan untuk seseorang "milik bersama"

Untuk kamu, kisah ini dimulai

Meski harus diakhiri karena tahu diri

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Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

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Fariha Róisín // Franz Kafka

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Can you post some excerpts about unrequited love?

{Lang Leav, Lullabies/ Unknown/ Charlotte Valtris, Before You knew/ William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet/ Shannon L. Alder/ Unknown/ Ranata Suzuki/ Ranata Suzuki/ Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home/ Jane Seville/ Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts/ Elle Newmark, The Book of Unholy Mischief/ Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever/ J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister}

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Arabic x Eyes

{ Unknown/ Unknown/ Unknown/ Tumblr user: @aszmxm/ Adham Alsharkawi (via Tumblr user: @letsbelonelytogetherr)/ Ghani Khan/ Unknown/ Mahmoud Darwish/ Tumblr user: @msanonymous/ Originally by E. E. Cummings (Arabic translation- Unknown) }

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{Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath/ Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney, The Nest/ Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life/ Susan Sontag/ Liv Ullmann, from Changing (Knopf, 1976)/ Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to J.M. Murry, dated December 14, 1919, Letters and Journals of Katherine Mansfield (Penguin Classics, 1977)/ Anne Sexton,A Self-Portrait in Letters/ Anne Sexton,A Self-Portrait in Letters/ Richard Siken/ Papi/ Anais Nin/ Ghada Al-Samman/ Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings}

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Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit and Three Other Plays; “The Flies”

Text ID: you and I harbor the same dark secret in our hearts.

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come weave a scarf of regrets for me: you seem tired of soaking

agonies

of memory laden with gunpowder dreamlick your arias ricochet off

rose quartz collarbone

with the naturalness

of that destitute poet

who fades away from you: wafts over your porcelain you ask me

to get sloshed but

forced joy feels as

tasteless as no one

hums my runes: no one visits my granite sanctum but the ghosts of

lowly courtesans with

unshaken bosoms aflame

i'll wear your scarf if you search for our forgotten wry scentless

orchids

that always torment

your eyelids

and split your cadence in quarter to two empty doorway: the riven

poet at sky's edge

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— A Prayer, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 

[text ID: I’m only asking for strength for my days. Teach me the art of small steps.]

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― Rosary, Anna Akhmatova

[text ID: Will you forgive me these November days?]

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~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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Woman, Eat Me Whole, Ama Asantewa Diaka

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— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, from letters to Natalie Paley

[text ID: 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.]