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Wearing my new shoes at work and reading on my coffee break
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Dylan Thomas ― Do not go gentle into that good night
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Lana Del Rey, from Cinnamon Girl
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my neighbors were loudly arguing so i started playing doja's okloser to drown them out and they moved into a different room 😭
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ill keep writing about surviving because i don't know what else there is
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mothprincess · 14 hours
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The way memory is the ringing after a gunshot. The way we try to remember the gunshot but can’t. The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.
Victoria Chang, Obit
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via j_adorable_shop on instagram
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you're not stuck. it's not over. you can claw yourself out again and again. find strength in yourself. find strength in others whom you can trust. the fight isn't over until you're dead.
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mothprincess · 15 hours
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"holy dress" from marina eerrie's "pixie hollow & purgatory" collection .
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Louise Bourgeois: Crouching Spider (2003)
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mothprincess · 16 hours
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— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “I am praying again, Awesome One.”
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James baldwin’s the artists struggle for identity. Btw.
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.’
[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]
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