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Rainer Maria Rilke, Journal of My Other Self

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ig:isometimesread

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Hey, I can be dark and brooding too. Guy’s look! A rainbow!

Midoriya Izuku, definitely. (via totally-correct-mha)

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lol:):(:

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♡ your body is your temple. be kind to it. °•°•°•

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ambivalence#1 } 

 pain is for the privileged 

would a drowning man clutch at a straw? 

farewells are supposed to hurt, yet 

you let nature take its course, 

for 

no wanderer shall ever roar, 

in the pathway of sorrow 

 you, your love, my love 

and my soul, naive 

not blessed with grace 

would i remain innocent?

 be alright 

chasing birds on the green grass 

under the blue sky up above, baby blue 

, not one cloud in my sight 

 if it were not for your love 

that made you laugh when i cried 

would the sky and the sun 

merge the night into the day

 and forever, warm my heart? 

 thank you, my love, 

for all that you have done 

your best, for me, 

hold your worries for I am in 

some sort of a golden cage, thankfully ; doing my time 

 waiting idly with a heart 

something to laugh at, fragile 

is it warm or on fire? 

with a fire 

a mission to burn all that you have done 

i have done 

and once more to,

light my face up and warm my heart

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The Bacchus Temple at Baalbek, Lebanon

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soil, the calm terror, 

offers a bed for the ones who desire,

 the cold, the rain will not bother 

those who fade into and rest with ease under the warm water

the faith and the joy is the most strong within those,

 with a track such that it is   

 blurred and distorted, 

 there is no sound to the song      

they sing for colors are blended, 

the voice is weak 

 soil, the calm terror offers a bed for the ones who desire, • • • 

(an incomplete poem by me, i will probably complete it..in about a century..)

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That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that’s become my enemy because that’s what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything.

William Gaddis, Agapē Agape (via quotespile)

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Detail: Herodias, 1843, by Paul Delaroche.