I am terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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If you dissect a bird
To diagram the tongue
You'll cut the chord
Articulating song.
If you flay a beast
To marvel at the mane
You'll wreck the rest
From which the fur began.
If you pluck out the heart
To find what makes it move,
You'll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.
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Their gaze.
Loathsome.
Lingering or quick, equally detestable.
A lethargic, trivial, lachrymose.
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Why am I thinking of you when i clearly know that you are not thinking of me?
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Lost in the translation of time
I wish I could ask someone to spare me
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Only if you bothered to look back for once.
Only if you could have asked me what is happening to us.
Only if you know how deep i could beg for your mercy.
You totally refused co-operation when you left and now...
Honey,
See how much of a mess I have become?
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Hello friend...
How has life been?
How has life treated you so far?
Its not the end of the world even if it doesn't seem to be alright.
You could be happy and live
And you could be sad, and still live.
Its your life, little friend.
Ofc, there is no falling behind when you aren't comparing your life with someone.
And little friend...
Why would you dare to compare your precious life with someone who has never been in your shoes?
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Hello.
Somebody seeing this?
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Do you believe in the human heart?
I dont mean simply the organ, obviously.
I'm speaking in the poetic sense.
The human heart.
Do you think there is such a thing?
Something that makes each of us special and individual?
-Kazuo Ishiguro
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People are strange, when you are a stranger.
- Haruki Murakami
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Generally I find men are a lot more concerned with limiting the freedoms of women than exercising personal freedom for themselves.
- Normal People, Sally Rooney
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No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Take me to church
Hozier
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
-Sylvia Plath, The bell Jar
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Ever thought of a moment
When you fade away
Young but relinquishing
Unnoticed
Torn so silently by the lament
In the corner of a crowd
That could care less
You chose ignorance.
For you couldn't bother to make anyone to see your pain
Not even yourself.
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Sometimes i feel like a caretaker of a museum; a huge empty museum where no one comes, and i'm watching over it for no one but myself
- Murakami; Pinball,1973
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