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Tonight I bleed from my chest Although every night I try like the rest So how could one see it's my best For here i've had no rest unlike the rest Finding what fits best I see I'm not like the rest I put myself to this test Destroying myself from inside this chest I no longer want this as my quest So for now I'll lay this to rest

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If I give in here, I'm not sorry to any of you just myself

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You can find the sources of these posts on psych2go.net

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So tonight my friend said I'm suprised none of us have made it big, are well of enough off to say I got this. To turn to the ones i love and shelter them when a safe haven seems immenent. Whether my situation or perception I knew he meant myself. For the personal loss I am sorry that I've lost more than I knew I was giving for another. But I swear from here, finding every inch of flow I once I had again it is only magnified maybe smaller I. We se but just a stronger tense. I dear to get us out of here. I will give you all a life where your imagination is all you need to carry you. That is enough because then you are more than living but creating.

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Just because I am always here, doesn’t mean that I will always stay. Mind you, it may take three seconds to leave me but more than a year to find someone as patient as me.

Keith Torres, Drifting Process (via wnq-writers)

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I want to apologize to all the women I have called beautiful before I’ve called them intelligent or brave. I am sorry I made it sound as though something as simple as what you’re born with is all you have to be proud of when you have broken mountains with your wit. From now on I will say things like you are resilient, or you are extraordinary not because I don’t think you’re beautiful, but because I need you to know you are more than that.

Rupi Kaur (via wordsnquotes)

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“Destroying Angel” by Michael Whelan, (1982)

From Michael Whelan on this piece:

“All the concepts I submitted for the 1982 Year’s Best Horror Stories cover were strong. If I had tried to guess which one would be chosen, the one that became this painting would have been my last guess. But Don Wollheim saw the possibilities in the concept better than I did and selected it to develop for the cover. 

For an allegory on the use of opium and its derivatives, specifically heroin, I posed the Angel of Death amid a field of poppies, offering a false mask of friendship. He is accompanied by diverse symbols and various accoutrements of the drug user. He wears on his head a single wing, representing false freedom of thought and the illusion of flight, and he wears a crown of Destroying Angel mushrooms. The tree is meant to suggest the dendritic branching of blood vessels, but it is withered. And the background consists of a purple haze–a reference to the reason I got to ruminating on the whole subject to begin with, the death of Jimi Hendrix.”

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for it’s not what you are

or how you’ve come to be 

all this will end and begin again.

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‘The stars,’ she whispers, 'blindly run; A web is wov'n across the sky; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun: 'And all the phantom, Nature, stands - With all the music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own, - 'A hollow form with empty hands.’ And shall I take a thing so blind, Embrace her as my natural good; Or crush her, like a vice of blood, Upon the threshold of the mind?

Alfred, Lord Tennyson; In Memoriam (via fyeahgothicromance)

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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Alfred Lord Tennyson (via clash-official)

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the signs & tennyson poetry quotes pt 1

aries: ‘Sudden glances, sweet and strange, delicious spites and darling angers’

taurus: ‘But the rose was awake all night for your sake, knowing your promise to me’

gemini: ‘Sweet lips whereupon perpetually did reign the summer calm of golden charity’

cancer: ‘Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, to the flowers, and be their sun.’

leo: ‘Brighten like the star that shook betwixt the palms of paradise’

virgo: ‘So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me.’

libra:  'The lightening laughters dimple the baby-roses in her cheeks; then away she flies’

scorpio: 'I seemed to move among a world of ghosts, and feel myself the shadow of a dream’

sagittarius: 'Where are your moonlight halls, your cedarn glooms, the blossoming abysses of your hills?’

capricorn: ‘Visit his eyes with visions, and his ears with harmonies of wind and wave and wood’

aquarius: ‘My soul would live alone unto herself in her high palace there’

pisces: 'Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?’

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Poetry is like shot-silk with many glancing colours. Every reader must find his own interpretation according to his ability, and according to his sympathy with the poet.

Alfred Lord Tennyson (via poetryismyreligion)

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With heart in mouth share with me what moments you hold What memories made you. With change in hand let me show you a place where weaknesses can be strenghths. There timlesness is at an arms length. Im stuck on writing this an i dont like it

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how to climb an invisible fence 

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Even as my mind scatters the best memories i hold are stills of you and I

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