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Ego (x)

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New-York Tribune, New York, January 2, 1920

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Everyone will not just

If your solution to some problem relies on “If everyone would just…” then you do not have a solution. Everyone is not going to just. At not time in the history of the universe has everyone just, and they’re not going to start now.

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“Rie Miyazawa …” Swan’s Tears “(1989) Fuji TV”

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the best boy.

#2ha

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11/2 was shimei's birthday.

#my FAVORITE #2ha

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got a cliched two-headed calf tattoo based on the laura giplin poem and I am over the moon happy about it

artist: isabella.piaa on instagram, based in brisbane, qld

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I’m Sophia, humanity’s greatest companion! 💖

#p5

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manifesting the post-p5r double detective prince case plot of my dreams stay tuned

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a growing spark

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i drew this shit doodle just to ask if i was the only one who, when reading kafka on the shore, imagined oshima as nam tae hyun? no one else? just me? ok. 

#i've been obsessed with this art for 6 years now

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“As with a wound on one’s own body, it is possible to develop an intimacy with the most disturbing of things.”

— Kazuo Ishiguro, A Pale View of Hills

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i love reading horror movie plot synopses on wikipedia and going hehe that sounds scary. i wont watch it

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Second saint to serve the King Undying

#god i loathed her but she was a riot of a woman #gtn

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regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson

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“It was my mother warned me against you, but I heard you singing in the cinnamon fern and thought you were beautiful: a thing I could never touch. Like the crest of Orion. Like the farthest Pleiades. You wore erythronium in your hair, like your name; the yellow trout lily. Lily, lily. Sometimes I think I would eat you if I could. There is a witch in a story who ate a girl she loved, and always afterwards when she spoke, flowers fell out of her open mouth. I would swallow you up, and you would be lobelia on my tongue for the rest of my life. This is what they say: it is not uncommon for us to want to eat what we love. […] I love you, knot in my heart. I love you, hands on my hands, hands on my ribs, mouth on my mouth. I love you, stone in my shoe. I love only you. Only you. Only ever you.”

— Becca De La Rosa, “Letter from Juniper”, from Mabel