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"The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of past centuries."
-René Descartes
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december, december
i craved all the love that it promised
it was the only thing that did
the cold that surrounded me, gave me a real search for warmth without apology
it hid everything that i could pretend didn’t exist
it provided a self awareness that things were what they were
why is it i am always sad in winter?
she wasn’t just false hope
she was always a bold realization
she told me what it was
and who was i to disagree with the only thing that could tell me the truth?
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I don't think we can 'lmao' our way out of this one, girls.
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Show me all your proof, put it right in front of my eyes
Speaking of the truth, I like to hear that once in a while Utter lies are like butterflies They just both die in a couple of days
Honest words are like August thirds They just both come maybe once in a year
Tell me about your life, I'd like to hear that story again
David Garza - Butterflies
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paisley

Crassula umbella aka Wine Cup succulent
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i have a very unhealthy obsession with philosophy for some reason
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why doesn’t diy soft serve ice cream exist like froyo places???? nonsensical
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When Oscar Wilde said, "I am tired of myself tonight, I should like to be someone else" and when Sylvia Plath said, "I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart" and when Rilke said, "this heavy humanness"
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No, but... I've never seen anyone disagree with Oscar Wilde
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you’re the dried flower between the pages of my favourite book
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ritt momney ~ I

creates a correlation between something so beautiful and something of a brutal sadness that is what blooms death
i really appreciate that this line puts contrasting figures together creating a sad but true comparison
life is what is there
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being a girl is like, im so pretty and so gorgeous and better than everyone. i will murder you with my bare hands. No mom i dont care what you think my butt looks like, I am your child. Eating icecream out of the tub and finishing it in one day. Am i a person or am i just a bunch of unhinged woman song writer's lyrics stuck together
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i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you're also grieving for yourself a little bit
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