this definitely isn't a link with all of the guts bonus tracks
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purchased a new art program and drew mother ♡ @mothercain
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why didn't you make me good enough so that you could've loved me?
[ strangers - ethel cain / the kiss of judas - ludovico carracci / judas hangs himself - james tissot ]
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An autumn Sunday in East London: cobble stones and terraces—the air is grey but warm, muggy—the flower market heaving with beautiful people in their shiny shoes, long coats, sweater vests, tiny dogs—calla lilies in hoards—a band and a tap dancer perform outside the pub which is just opening its doors—cyclists lazily skirt round corners past people with no plans, who are hanging around outside the café waiting for a coffee, sharing a cigarette, a bit of quiet conversation, perfect people-watching
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Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.
Melissa Broder, Life without Longing
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Kiss Of Judas (Detail) - Giotto / Strangers - Ethel Cain
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Thomas Mann, Death in Venice
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i just wanted to be yours, can I be yours?
ETHEL CAIN - STRANGERS (@mothercain)
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am i making you feel sick?
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With my memory restricted to a Polaroid in evidence
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“Strangers” - Ethel Cain
[holding your face tenderly between my palms] I cried making this so now u have to look at it and suffer with me
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"Er...you don't like me very much, do you," said Oats.
"I've hardly met you." [...]
"A lot of people don't like me as soon as they've met me," said Oats.
"I suppose that saves time," said Agnes, and cursed. Perdita had got through on that one, but Oats didn't seem to have noticed.
Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum
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I confess that I'm a mess, some kind of error
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