LEXA DESERVED BETTER!
I just finished watching Season 3 of The 100 and what can I say… I am the most disappointed I have ever been in my entire life. Why would they kill of the most amazing and interesting (and favourite gay) character in the universe (yeah I know they had their reasons but still though)?! I need/want/must have more Lexa! Why couldn’t they’ve killed someone else instead… I’m going to go to bed now and cry my eyes out. Blood must have blood.
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The Tragedy of Living
I am sick of your money and even more of capitalism I am sick of politics and even more of society I am sick of the world and even more of you I am so sick I have a cold - daquisto
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You are the ocean
You are the ocean wild and dark full of secrets yet so much life You are the ocean everlasting, omnipresent almighty a watery goddess You are the ocean giving and taking deep blue sea i'm a wave - daquisto
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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
- Stevie Smith
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Things I have done
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since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
– the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
E.E. Cummings
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“Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die–die, sweetly die–into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.” And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek.
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu - Carmilla
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Happy Valentine's Day!
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"Dear love, I want to be ink brushed across your skin creating poems as we touch." ElloSteph has really outdone herself with this. It's absolutely beautiful.
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Really miss the girl of my dreams… 46 days to go until we meet again.
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Tumblr.
So this is it! My very first Tumblr post. Interesting, interesting :D
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