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{Quotes and paintings:Anne Carson/mitski/ fleabag/ dave eggers/Sylvia path/holly warburton /L.M dorsey/Pablo neruda / uk}

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art + lemony snicket

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The gaps between the sunlight haunts me with your absence .

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James Baldwin, from If Beale Street Could Talk Florence and the Machine, from Various Storms & Saints Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

Heart imagery by Andrea Zanatelli Eye with Tear (oil paint and resin tear on canvas) by Nancy Fouts Douleur d'amour (detail) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

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—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

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I don’t wanna compete with anybody.  I hope we all make it.

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- A Psalm for the Wild-Built, Becky Chambers // kagonekoshiro

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"You're asking me what I want for breakfast and I'm telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn't even cry. You're handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I'm passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You're passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I'm half laughing about my psychiatrist's office and how there's actually a couch and it's made of blue tweed. You're trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can't lie anymore. These are the things I've done and they're mostly sad. These are the places I've been and they're mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand."

– "Dull Pieces Of Truth" by Fortesa Latifi

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my favorite romance trope is like. you dont want to hurt me but i am asking you to hurt me. i need you to stab me. i need you to hit me. i need you to carve this out of me. i need you to cut something off of me. this will hurt both of us in incredible ways. yours are the only hands i trust enough to weild this knife. you do not want to hurt me. i am asking you to hurt me.

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Marie - Helene Bertino

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how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down

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I just think they’re neat

Jon Bernthal / Rossy de Palma / Sevdaliza / Adrien Brody / Tamino / Sofia Coppola / Elisabeth Moss / Andy Samberg / Damiano David / Alba Flores

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Natalie Diaz, “Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.” Postcolonial Love Poem

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Blud, Rachel McKibbens

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🌳🌲🌳🌳🌲🌳🌳🌳🌲

Tiny forest for your dash

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— Moshi Moshi, Banana Yoshimoto

[text ID: But life went on, even at times like this, and it was surprising how easy it was to keep going as though nothing had changed. I found it strange that I could walk down the street and appear normal, just like anyone else. That I could be in complete turmoil inside, and yet my reflection in a shop window could look the same as it ever had.]

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Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it Hand burnt text on silk velvet 42″ x 24″ 2016