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moonsbeamy · 2 days
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aislxnnruna · 17 hours
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ivynightshade · 4 months
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mother, you were right- i do damage. for the sake of all the damage that’s been done to me.
[fatima aamer bilal, excerpts from days where my whole world is my bed / coffin heart? bury me. / all hunger is, is love. / shame is a girl’s second skin / i mother it, the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time.]
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itsclassicmee · 5 months
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“I'm a master of speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence”.
–Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit.
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you’re on your own, kid, you always have been
normal people, 2020/@ryebreadgf /ceilings - lizzy mcalpine/the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson/untitled, frank wright/unknown, from pinterest/nicolas martin, “dedicated to light”/you’re on your own, kid - taylor swift/edward hooper, “gayle on the f train”/@seashellronan/tolerate it - taylor swift/unknown/tv - billie eilish/unknown, from pinterest/@lustloveandliarsx/@finehoney/@farmlesbians/liability - lorde/i get so jealous of euthanized dogs - june gehringer/anne magill/you’re on your own, kid - taylor swift
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k-tarkovsky · 1 year
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“We have forgotten how to relate emotionally to art: we treat it like editors, searching in it for that which the artist has supposedly hidden.”
—Andrei Tarkovsky, who would have been 91 today.
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moonblacckkk · 2 years
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rainyyy-dayysss · 5 months
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"What if I told you I am incapable of tolerating my own heart ?" And when slyiva plath said " I desire things which will destroy me in the end ."
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thehobbitchronicles · 8 months
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🌿🌞🌻🌱🌾
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lifeinbooks · 3 months
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Sve je lakše kada shvatiš da tuđi dolasci i odlasci nemaju baš nikakve veze sa tobom. Čovjek koji želi da ide, ode. Čovjek koji želi da ostane, ostaje.
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graywensdays · 2 months
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My mother never made her bed.
Yet I was expected to make mine.
My mother never listened to me.
Yet I was expected to always be an open ear.
My mother likes her tea bitter.
I like my tea sweet.
My mother didn’t solve her problems.
She passed them onto me.
I’m nothing like her yet without her there is no me.
I am drowning in the deepest body of water.
She stands on the shore, watching.
Its not about what she does,
It’s what she doesn’t.
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brokendowmess · 5 months
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Check and mate. Ali Hazelwood
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su4vz · 5 months
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“Most generals dream of dying in service to their kingdom. But you know me better than that, my love.When I fall, it will be for one reason only: to protect our children.”
—RECOVERED, UNSENT CORRESPONDENCE OF GENERAL LILITH SORRENGAIL
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ivynightshade · 2 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘my body is a slaughterhouse’.
[text id: and i carry a rib retractor with me, ready to pour my heart out to anyone who would listen. / i have broken everyone with how hard it is to be around me.]
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fatimaamerbilal · 7 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s all the blood in my mouth screams devastatingly desperate, miserable girl.
[text id: i eat approval for dinner, and when not earned any, i go to bed hungry.]
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creatinganewwlife · 1 month
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“But when someone's gone and you're the primary keeper of his memory-letting go would be a kind of murder, wouldn't it? I had so much love for him, even if it was a complicated love, and where is all that love supposed to go? He was gone, so it couldn't change, it couldn't turn to indifference. I was stuck with all that love.”
Rebecca Makkai, The Great Believers
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