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“she gathers poems like a child gathers flowers”

— (via michaelbogild)

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Bringing this back because I can relate to it now more than I did before

It is profound, the sense of longing for something you never had, but you don’t even know what it is. But you also know that you are never going to have it. “what could this be?” I keep looking into the mirror and ask myself, i look at the average person looking at me through the reflecting glass, and still I do not see myself. “is this body all i have got?” When others look at me they see the outer shell, looking down at their feet and fixing my glasses up to the crown of my nose, but they don’t see the inside of my head which has never corresponded with how i look or how i feel. Maybe it is this sense of disconnectedness, which makes me feel like, oh, i cannot be here, this isn’t me. But it has never been and it will never be. I have never belonged and i think i never will. Maybe it is this longing which i look for in strangers’ eyes, that some one could extend their hands to touch the intangible parts of me, see how it feels to be me, and yet do not scare themselves away. 

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Been a while.

I don't know if this will ever cross anyone or just be lost in the void of the millions of posts posted every minute, but I have nowhere else to share this to.

Like, thousands of people who might be feeling this, and there's no lie here, but I am tired. By everything that is going on so slowly, with absolutely no real progress. It feels like time is stuck and going around in a loop over a very sad and gloomy patch of events. But in this time, I have found someone who is like a light at the end of the tunnel, and maybe I am blinded by it, but there is no turning back.

They came in with very silent steps, slowly creeping into my life and becoming a routine. They came in my dreams and I always regretted waking up. They are far away from me and I feel I have nowhere else to go. And whenever I look at them it feels like sweet poison I would gulp in a second. My skin itches but I have no where else to look. Where are they? I cannot really see them or touch them. But I can't even make sense of what's around me without their presence. I have never known them but I know them. So I delude myself into an abyss while it's hard to return back, it is peaceful here. It is indeed darkness here, and I want to sleep. I can't.

I love them but I shouldn't.

I want to sleep. But I keep tossing ans turning.

Because either I am too tired, or maybe I just am not.

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Yo, for people interested in fanfics/romance/slice of life stories and use one of these websites, please check it out/ repost/ like ♡

Thank you

'Under the Shade of the Sakura' by B.

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MONSTER concept posters IRENE & SEULGI 

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向井太一 / Can’t Wait Anymore

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Kinda late, but when I first watched the video I fell in love with it.

ORIGINAL 

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Vivi by Kenshi Yonezu (2012)

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I run barefoot through the desert and on the rock hard asphalt. Raw collarbone and the marks of a whip - for I have sinned in blood.

I stand at the brink of dawn, at the thin line between my prayer and my past. The darkness and the lightning of burning anger and the solace of a passionate killing.

Bloody hands I stretch into the sky now empty, my shoulders bare and untouched - but filled with bruises of carrying sorrow through the cave, searing wind tearing through my skin like shards of glass.

I'm looking at my body lying on the grass, where the veiled ghost waits for me to drop the rock and crush my head.

And I do not hesitate.

I cross the brink and through the edge I enter the church. I climb the mountain of dead selves lying beneath me. Its covered in dirt and stories, and reasons.

Please, tell me what am I supposed to do?

All I wanted was to see a beautiful sight.

At the cost of my sins, the wings of Lucifer burn into my body, I walk through.

I dont stop.

At the edge of the cliff, trees and shadows and clouds - clear out to a blue sea.

I stand here barefoot as I take the leap -

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Watching a solar eclipse from a rooftop in Rotterdam, Netherlands, April 17, 1912.

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the narrows; zion national park, utah

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poppy meadow; antelope valley, california

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What a good kitten