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“Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones’s eyes.”

— José Saramago

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MODERN FAMILY (2009–2020) S02E013

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MODERN FAMILY ( 2009-2020 ) 4x07 | “Arrested”

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I think I was just born with something dark and ugly inside of me. Always waiting to be found out.

planetarium - adrienne rich/@twoheadedfawnn/ugly, bitter, and true - suzanne rivecca/a burning hill - mitski/a hora da estrela- clarice lispector/ @100493503004422/sharp objects - gillian flynn

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.’

[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]

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Thomas Mann, from “Death in Venice”, originally published c. 1912.

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I didn’t want to have a family until you showed me what a family was…okay? 😭😭😭😭

Proviamoci amore mio. Proviamoci.

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It'll always be a weird kind of funny how people so easily decide to give up on me as soon as they 'start to care'.

Not sure if I should be flattered or emotionally devastated, lol

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You look out the window, your eyes barely open.

You have yet to feel something, you need a little longer to decide if you're gonna dread this day or if it'll be manageable.

You blink, you look at yourself in the mirror, not giving it any chance to even whisper something back.

You take big strides as you sway around your space, busy, stubborn, you won't stop moving and yet everything seems to be stuck.

The window is cracked open.

You thought, hoped, wished a sudden thunder would have it shut, but a warm ray caresses your skin.

A snort, your shoulders sag.

It's as if the sun would make the chaos in your head even louder, scalding hot.

You wander once again, passing by glasses, mirrors, windows, but it's a reflection you don't allow yourself to observe.

A look would be enough.

Enough to notice how despite the dust, the lines of your shadow never fade.

Or how your eyes still sparkle despite all the darkness that tried to swallow them.

Or how your chest never grew smaller, no matter the heartbreaks.

A look would be enough.

Enough to show you that despite the shuttering, the pieces still hang on tightly, fiercely.

You walk back into the solace of your room.

You lay down, the ceiling seems greyer than usual.

You close your eyes, just a few seconds.

Silence is about to surround you, but it's those nights that I ask you to pause and listen.

Listen to the wind,

Or the light creeping in,

Let the mirror talk.

Because my voice will be there, a reminder that precious souls don't need acknowledgement or recognition.

They're worthy.

Even in a world of broken promises.

Even in a world of sullen stories.

You'll always be a flower in the concrete.

#🤍✨

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Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Moments"

[Text ID: “Me, inside myself, / always waiting for something / that my mind can’t define.”]

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Sim! É isso!

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“I don’t feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors

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Fonte: Pinterest

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My heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

Virginia Woolf

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“The truth was I was tired way underneath my skin. I was tired where even I couldn’t see. I do not know how that happened. How I ended up like that. It all happened so fast.”

— Rebecca Wells, The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood