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borispvlikovsky · 2 years
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just so u know everything in the entire universe is always about love and when it isn't about love it is abt the absence of love. hope this makes sense
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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What’s your deepest kink?
Idk. I’m a romantic. So I guess committing murder together
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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When Donna Tartt said Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not, and M. L. Rio said How tremendous the agony of unmade decisions.
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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what quote/poem moved you the most when you read or heard it?
“it is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in this broken world.
I beg of you,
do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.
It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.”
— Mary Oliver, from “Invitation”
I always come back to this poem. Always.
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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growing apart (maybe in another life)
“p.s. i still love you” jenny han // hanif kureishi “intimacy and midnight all day: a novel and stories” // andrew wyeth “breakup”, 1994 // kevin wilson “nothing to see here” // sue zhao // christa wolf “cassandra: a novel and four essays” // zhiyong jing “the longing in your heart”, 2019 // frank ocean “white ferrari” // @wickleg
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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Richard Siken, A Primer for the Small Weird Loves
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face light up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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The fact that anger is a secondary emotion… that its source is grief… how tragic and poetic
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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Sylvia Plath, from “Elm.”
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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RIP achilles and patroclus they would’ve loved gay marriage
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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achilles sun bf and patroclus moon bf. end of discussion. 
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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well maybe if bunny wasn’t a homophobe he wouldn’t have gotten murdered how about that
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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i finished tsoa a few days ago and i've found my new emotional support gays without a happy ending ahhhh we love to see it!
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borispvlikovsky · 3 years
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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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borispvlikovsky · 4 years
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a relationship should be 50/50, you convince him to throw away his new desk set and he mourns over your death by running around in the snow
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borispvlikovsky · 4 years
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- We are an awful lot alike, Theo.
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borispvlikovsky · 4 years
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it’s 2018. you just found out finn was gonna play in some movie called the goldfinch so you read the book over summer, fall in love with it and then base your entire personality on it. all we have is a 20 seconds microwave quality clip of oakes talking, the fandom exists out of 15 people total and john crowley is nowhere in sight. life is good. 
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