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roooooonin · 2 months
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Lich by John Patrick Gañas
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roooooonin · 1 year
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roooooonin · 1 year
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I’m constantly on this search  for the essence of who I am.  Sometimes, it finds me  and I can feel its presence.  But if I try to grasp it,  it slips away.  If I try to separate it  from the rest, it escapes.  So elusive.  Like the birth of a soul  with no one to receive it,  no shape to define it.  Spilling everywhere,  touching everything.  Free.
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roooooonin · 1 year
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roooooonin · 1 year
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roooooonin · 1 year
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Steal their look 👗
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roooooonin · 1 year
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But an unquenchable love for you has never left me...
{Quotes: Alejandra Pizarnik, Approximations/Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 2, 1928-9; Sunday, October 7/chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’/sue zhao/ Sylvia path / Maggie Nelson, Bluets/Richard siken/Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses from ‘The Poem for the Reader’, tr. Mark Anderson ,paintings: pinterest}
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roooooonin · 2 years
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😨😰😥😭
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{Alice Oseman, Radio Silence/ Emily Palermo, from Untitled/ Franz Kafka, from Diaries/ Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar/ Marya Hornbacher, Waiting/ Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Galatea Kazantzaki wr. c. May 1922/ Mahmoud Darwish/ Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "The Old Portrait"/ Lyric Hunter, from "A Garden," Swallower/ Albert Camus/ Varsha/ Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One}
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roooooonin · 2 years
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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}
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roooooonin · 2 years
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Can you ever trust
that you’re safe
in these dark roads of life?
If you open
your heart and
welcome the night,
you’ll see that darkness
is just a new place
to shine your own light.
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roooooonin · 2 years
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HALSEY via @ aboutfacebeauty Instagram
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roooooonin · 2 years
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“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”
— Unknown
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roooooonin · 2 years
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“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
— Carl Gustav Jung
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roooooonin · 2 years
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How are you toxic? I think it’s healthy to examine our own behavior before we start putting labels on others and have the willingness to change it once we recognize it.
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#food for thought
#daily quotes
#toxic
#you are not perfect
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roooooonin · 2 years
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Innocent Despair
by Jadal Al-Qasem
When separate from you my blood will ache. An unknown part of me will ache and I’ll try to kill it. Or grab it. The cell that misses you will throb in me, and I won’t be able to spot it, it changes position often, drags out the game, hurts my senses. My eyesight will worsen, my auditory range will dwindle, and my nose, a hunting dog’s, will search for your smell. Whenever air touches my skin, a fiend will pierce my body and flee. My memory will hurt and eat my head, and my head will vanish but not die. My ache will regenerate my head. I’ll grow sad, an invisible feeling, a ruin, an infinite overflow of dread. And the angry universe will collect itself in a corner of my life to ask me: What have you done with the scale of love? How did you waste openness on detail? The answer will hurt me as will silence. Burning, I’ll go to my death and demand my right to a nap.
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roooooonin · 2 years
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roooooonin · 2 years
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