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Don't look twice, look twice, at that bottle

You'll claim that Jesus turned the water to wine

You'll be wishing that wine you're drinking was water, when you're jumping the bridge in the night

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Isn't it strange how your favorite song always sounds like the moment you fell in love with it

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"a child's school lunch debt" is a string of words that should instantly radicalize anyone, burning through the fog of bullshit like a ten quadrillion-candlepower spotlight. and yet...

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I think we should write unnecessary sequels to public-domain classics.

I wanna read Dracula 2: Sherlock Holmes and the Curse of Dracula's Ghost. I wanna read Pride and Prejudice 2: Elizabeth Has a Gun.

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How desolate of you to decide that I am not worth your time, when I gave you all of mine

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caught her having conversations with imaginary people at 3 am and now we’re married

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love, mundanity, and the little things

mitski/casper grey (@/greylunar)/linda gregg/frank/wendy cope/frank o'hara/peter pereira/anthony bourdain/@/achlles/sue zhao

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might fuck around and make 2022 the year i channel manic writer who needs to write or they’ll die and hasn’t slept in 48 hours syndrome by trying to write or i’ll die and not sleeping for 48 hours

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I miss the feather soft touch of your fingers on my face

I miss watching the street lights come on as the scent of sweet grass tangled itself between our bodies

I miss listening to your heart while the stars glimmered into view, one by one

But I still get to hear you laugh, and that's good enough for me

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Cemetery Cats🖤

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All my teenage years, I had bottled up anger and grief and promised myself I'd never cry but when I sat down with her hands in my hand and looked her in the eye, all the anger turned into tears. I sobbed for hours and she sat there, rubbing my back. That's when I saw. Growing up is also tearing down walls, it's also letting go of the anger.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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• The mortifying ordeal of being forgotten.

Danny Castillones Sillada, Those Sweet and Painful Memories // Artwork by @/zhihuie on twitter // V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue // Halsey, Angel on Fire // Steve Salo, Forgotten Art // Halsey, Angel on Fire // Sarah Thebarge, The Invisible Girls // Mitski, Working for the Knife // Artwork by @/bekysfairy on ig // Octavio Paz, tr. by Eliot Weinberger, from The Poems of Octavio Paz; “The Prisoner”

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Cities and Sketches on Instagram

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Instagram: talesbytheshire

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Dark Academia in December

Watching the cold Northern winds sweep away the last of the autumn leaves

Shirt collars peeking over thick, knitted sweaters

Spiced tea clutched between numb fingers

Standing, alone, watching the clouds of your breath expand and dissolve in the freezing air

Haunting choral music in gothic churches

Pausing in your work to watch the snowfall, individual flakes illuminated by the candle at your desk

Those long, creeping dusks that evoke a sense of liminality

Long, dark coats

Reading wherever you can find warmth