KAREN. XXI. ISFJ. Don’t call me unfeeling. Call me bitch, call me whore, call me slut - I can deal with that.I will walk away. I will laugh, and it will be a thousand times sharper than anything you could muster. But don’t call me unfeeling. Don't mistake my strength for callousness. I feel more than you could imagine. I am anger, and sadness, and love, and happiness. And I will not be simplified by the likes of you.
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Sometimes, we are the one’s haunting ourselves. The ghosts, of our own demise. Replaying, and re-living the nightmares, of whatever killed us inside. We need someone to remind us, just to breathe.
Lillith Regina, “Ghost of My Own Demise” excerpt from, “My Purgatory” (via: poetic-sanctum)
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You can’t hurt what’s not there. So I fed my heart to the beasts.
Lillith Regina, “Heartless” (via: poetic-sanctum)
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It is my honor, as the new weapons master, to help you chose your signature weapon.
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(…) There have been too many funerals held by now for an Eden you’ve never seen whose fruit you never tasted.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from From Poems To A Son in “Bride Of Ice: New Selected Poems” [translated by Elaine Feinstein] (via adrasteiax)
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—and never had she so honestly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love must be vain.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via antigonick)
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We ruined ourselves—I have never honestly thought that we ruined each other.
Scott Fitzgerald, in a Letter to Zelda (via antigonick)
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I’ve always had a longstanding dream, ever since I was a kid, where I was running on a big lake of ice and I kept running and kept running, just about to where I was trying to get to, and I fell through the ice, and then I couldn’t find the hole where I fell through to get back out again.
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