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That devil on the bottom left… needs therapy.

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In search of childhood~

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Emily Dickinson // Virginia Woolf

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-ON BEAUTY AND WOMEN

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in the dream house- carmen maria machado // unknown // anne carson // brand new city- mistki // @heavensghost on tumblr // macbeth act 1 scene 5- william shakespeare // white oleander- janet fitch // a woman’s beauty- susan sontag // pinterest

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I love that feeling I get when it’s about to rain and the wind is rising and there’s some sort of peace in that. I swear I can hear the plants whispering

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The sun watches what I do. But the moon knows all my secrets.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

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In celebration of the fourth Inkworld book releasing next month, I wanted to share some quotes from my favourite books. These are the passages that I would have tagged if I were like Mo and had the ability to read things into existence… *sigh* For when I need to catch up on some sleep: “It was a silence of three parts” - The Name of the Wind For when I need the perfect setting to meditate: “Fog tinged with the faintest shade of pink” - Dragon Dawn For when my mind is racing and I need something to do: “The circus arrives without warning” - The Night Circus For when I can’t decide what to read: “How should the book taste” - The Little Paris Book Shop For when I need some coins to pay for a coffee: “Ruby apples, golden lemons, amethyst plums” - The Forbidden Wish

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theresa hak kyung cha, dictée

[TEXT ID: It had been snowing. During the while. / Interval. Recess. Pause. / It snowed. The name. The term. The noun. / It had snowed. The verb. The predicate. The act of. / Fell. / Luminescent substance more so in black night. / Inwardly luscent. More. So much so that it’s entry / closes the eyes. / Interim. Briefly. / In the enclosed darkness memory is fugitive. / Of white. Mist offers to snow self / In the weightless slow all the time it takes long / ages precedes time pronounces it alone on its own / while. In the whiteness / no distinction her body invariable no dissonance / synonymous her body all the time de composes / eclipses to be come yours. /END ID]

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Castiel, on contact || rem mars 🌹

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October :: Louise Glück

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Via Rachel M.J.

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I wrote an article, “What I Learned from Dating an Incel” that I’d like to share some quotes from “I've come to realise that political identity doesn't mean much when it comes to how people feel about women.” “If having women as a resource is part of how you view yourself as being treated fairly, then women can not experience liberty under your ideology” “And this is where the self-perpetuating isolation had room to manifest; wedged somewhere between his physical mediocrity and the supernatural draw that women have towards guitarists with long curly hair.” “I think a lot of people fall into this trap; they watch a close friend of theirs descend down the rabbit hole of radicalisation and they keep lowering the rope in hopes that eventually - one day - the friend that they knew will climb back out, unscathed.” “And there you have it - The All American Day Dream - in which men are rewarded for merit and merit alone and women are shamed for having personal preferences and experiencing physical attraction to kind and healthy men.” If you want to read it, I’ll leave it here <3 I’d love to know if anyone else has had a similar experience