-i'm talking to the ceiling and asking you to stay-
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“So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”— Jorge Luis Borges
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a dialogue between the unloved and the loving
neil hilborn // miranda july // @orpheuslament // aaron o’hanlon // natalie wee “least of all” // @fridayiminlovemp3 // maria petrovykh “love me. i am pitch black” // “the seven husbands of evelyn hugo” // sylvia plath “johnny panic & the bible of dreams” // sue zhao // virginia woolf from a letter to katherine mansfield // trista mateer
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yes im always a little sick to my stomach with anger and rage. why do u ask?
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dhmu, going dark after seeing the new pics of sapnap
emery allen, holy things in this world // graham dean, untitled // margaret atwood, there are better ways of doing this // salvador dalí, purgatorio canto 32 // jorge luis borges, the meeting in a dream
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“and you grew distant as the Milky Way visible only at night sleepless from the cold”— Halina Poświatowska, from Właśnie kocham / Indeed I Love (Wydawnictwo Literackie, 2000)
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u kno when you’re crying and u catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and you’re like??? if this was a movie this scene would have won me an oscar
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doce lua ( @rainmv )
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bisexual (ethereal)
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reasons i can relate to a raccoon:
- dark circles around eyes
- small & chubby
- lives in the trash and eats garbage
- cute but will fight you
- stays up all night
- washes hands a lot
- communicates solely through weird noises and screams
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saying your names, richard siken
[ID text: “and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.” end ID]
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people who know random things are so platonically attractive to me like yes let me be your best friend tell me about the history of liquid soap
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“(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.”— Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood
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