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— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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I could drown in a bottle of red wine. I would be so happy.

The bitterness disguised as sweetness reminds me of your taste. The taste of the smallest seconds we spend together, as just one.

Maybe the drunken eyes will take me back to the edge of the Seine and Dean Martin; making me fall apart in your arms.

Every sip takes me back to those moments. "We'll always have Paris," and is that enough?

I'm not sure, but the beauty of life is in the uncertain things (and in the wine bottles—now empty)

I miss Paris like I miss you.

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Hurt people, hurt people

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Studio

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Maybe you are the Sun and I'm Icarus

Flying too close, ignoring all the warnings

And yet, as I fell, I still reached for you

Because there's something that they never tell you: Icaro laughed as he fell

The wax schorched his skin ran blazing trails down his back

There's a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring

But love doesn't melt wings

Love doesn't send you crashing

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time is fed

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may sarton, journal of a solitude

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"You laugh like a little girl, and inside you think like a martyr."

–The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Some of my gallery screenshots this week

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Obcessed with Spirit Bag from La Lune SS25

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"Se você assume que não existe esperança, então você garante que não haverá esperança. Se você assume que existe um instinto em direção à liberdade, então existem oportunidades de mudar as coisas."

- Noam Chomsky

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"Do you know that one day I'll kill you? I won't do it because I'm no longer in love with you, or because I'm jealous, but—I'll just kill you for no better reason that I sometimes long to devour you."

–Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gambler

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