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lforlimbo · 5 days
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◾And I sit here alone and far from you and it’s night and I’m reflecting on everything all around me and I am thinking of you. I saw it in your eyes, in your love, you too are swinging towards the depths of your own being in longer and longer circles. I saw happiness and pain in your eyes and reflections of the paradises lost and regained and lost again, that terrible loneliness and happiness, yes, and I reflect upon this and I think about you.
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lforlimbo · 5 days
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I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.
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lforlimbo · 1 month
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From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
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lforlimbo · 1 month
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“I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart. Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul: - and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you, and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake”
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lforlimbo · 2 months
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We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
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lforlimbo · 2 months
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First we feel. Then we fall ...“Answer: They war loving, they love laughing, they laugh weeping, they weep smelling, they smell smiling, they smile hating, they hate thinking, they think feeling, they feel tempting, they tempt daring, they dare waiting, they wait taking, they take thanking, they thank seeking, they seek........."
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lforlimbo · 2 months
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“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
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lforlimbo · 2 months
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But we know that we are no longer the same, and not only know that we are no longer the same, but know in what we are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly become without grave personal inconvenience, whereas sorrow is a thing you can keep on adding to all your life long, is it not, like a stamp or egg collection.
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lforlimbo · 2 months
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“What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.” Sarah Kane 20.2.1999
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lforlimbo · 2 months
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Get it into your thick head that jokes are just like life. Things that begin badly, end badly. Everything's fine in the middle, it's the end you need to worry about
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lforlimbo · 3 months
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"I dream of another soul in another body"
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lforlimbo · 3 months
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If you ever want to leave me do not forget about smiling you may forget your hat gloves a book containing important addresses anything at all -- for which you have to come back coming back unexpectedly you will see me in tears and you will not leave if you ever want to stay do not forget about smiling you are free not to remember my birthday or the whereabouts of our first kiss or the reason for our first spat still if you want to stay do not go about it sighing but rather smiling stay
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lforlimbo · 3 months
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I waited for you yesterday since morning, They guessed you wouldn't come, Do you remember the weather? Like a holiday! I went out without a coat. Today came, and they fixed for us A somehow specially dismal day, It was very late, and it was raining, The drops cascading down the chilly branches. No word of comfort, tears undried…
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lforlimbo · 3 months
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“So quiet are the green woods Of our homeland, The crystalline wave Dying away by the ruined wall, And we wept in sleep; Wandering with timid steps Down past the thorny thicket, Singers in summer's eve, In the sacred peace Of the far resplendent vineyard; Shadows now in the cool womb Of night, grief-stricken eagles. As gently does a moonlit beam close The scarlet scars of melancholy.”
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lforlimbo · 4 months
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Everyone in me is a bird
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lforlimbo · 4 months
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“I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours.”
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lforlimbo · 4 months
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Depression is not sadness, not even a state of mind, it is a (neuro)philosophical (dis)position Capital demands that we always look busy, even if there's no work to do. If neoliberalism's magical voluntarism is to be believed, there are always opportunities to be chased or created; any time not spent hustling and hassling is time wasted. The whole city is forced into a gigantic simulation of activity, a fanaticism of productivism in which nothing much is actually produced, an economy made out of hot air and bland delirium.
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