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“There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.”

— T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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Just fake it until you make it, Ayra. Smile. It's going to be okay.

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Dog Mountain By Danielle Hughson

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There are times before I go to sleep that I wish I don't wake up anymore.

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Stimulation

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Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

Audre Lorde (via quotes-shape-us)

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cause and effect

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A rare photo of Marilyn photographed by Richard Avedon, 1957.

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x, x

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All

To see you such in a good mood Makes me want to brood Not because i'm not happy for you But because i'm kinda selfish too You were talking to her Your one and all before About her life and her someone new You were happy outside but thinking it wasn't you And now you're blue Because it's too good to be true How her life is so good With you not there but you think it should But she's history And you're still in misery I wish I could take down your wall And be your all Because i'll be here always I hope, for the rest of our days With hair in curl My little hat girl

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Every night it falls like rain.

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Bite marks are love notes written in flesh.

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An edge (by M.Szyszko)

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There's always gonna be something wrong because i'm a conflicted person. I don't always get what I want because I think about others first before I think of myself. I worry too much that I set aside my own feelings so that there'll be no problems. Because problems are complicated. So I just keep things to myself to not bother anyone. I'm good at that. And then I wait for the things I keep be buried by the other trivial things I think about and then they'll be forgotten like nothing ever happened.