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allthelonelyplaces · 5 years
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omg look that aesthetic
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I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes.
— Callista Buchen, from “Taking Care,” published in Thrush
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Frida Kahlo, Photo by Lola Álvarez Bravo
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Dermot Kennedy - Outnumbered (2019) “I see everything you can be, I see the beauty that you can’t see. On the nights you feel outnumbered, baby I’ll be out there somewhere. I could have showed you all the scars at the start but that was always the most difficult part. See, I’m in love with how your soul’s a mix of chaos and art and how you never try to keep them apart.”
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I sink until the mattress melts around me           ��soft coffin open to the sunshine
I don’t want to die
                                                    I don’t want to die
I want to sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep until the day my skin is not so heavy
— Brian McGackin, from “In Case Of Death Tired But Not Ready,” In Case of Death
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Just not a romantic? No.
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The single lesson I have learned is this: A person can only feel so much. Eventually, affect overflows and loses shape as it escapes from its container. If the thing inside is hot? It scalds or scorches Every part of us it touches. And if it’s cold, it freezes.
— Kate Daniels, from “Relapse,” Three Syllables Describing Addiction
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New York City, 1954
@ Vivian Maier
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“Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.”
— Richard Siken
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By: Dominika Brudny| domsli22
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Marie Claire UK December 2016
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lads…… it’s march. how we coping
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1x01 // 9x14
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even when i’m on my own i know i won’t be alone
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I’ve learned in love and death we don’t decide
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