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Here is what they don’t tell you:
Icarus laughed as he fell. Threw his head back and yelled into the winds, arms spread wide, teeth bared to the world.
(There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.)
The wax scorched his skin, ran blazing trails down his back, his thighs, his ankles, his feet. Feathers floated like prayers past his fingers, close enough to snatch back. Death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness. The sun painted everything in shades of gold.
(There is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire and watching from the centre of the flames.)
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Some days I write,
I write and write
Until the worlds fill the page
Choking out the last of the light
Until the lines blur together and you cannot tell them apart
And other days there is nothing
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Sapiosexual (n.) -
a person who is sexually attracted to intelligence in others
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Going to share all of my England pictures bc tomorrow it’s one year I went there for a semester and I’m missing it so much
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“You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.”
— S.E. Hinton
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As I glanced over at her I knew her body was like the wilderness; not a place to be concurred, but a beauty to be explored.
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As a child I was afraid of the dark.
Afraid of what lurked in the shadows of my room. At 2am I would wake, screaming about monsters under my bed.
I am still afraid of the dark.
Afraid of what lurks in the shadows of my mind. At 2am I wake, screaming about the monsters in my head.
I guess some things never change
-savvy @onedaymytearswilldry
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“My mother was the Moon” by Ariane Thierry on INPRNT
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“You must leave your room tonight to make love with your grief. Don’t let the comfort of your loneliness trap you in never leaving your bed and instead, go for a walk, smell the night air, and find wonder in a tree and the falling of its leaf. Go grab your coat, feed your goldfish enough food until sunrise and take in the city you’re in with someone you love, or even the admiration of your own shadow will do. Listen to the songs that street musicians sing, grab yourself some pizza, and take pictures of the surroundings around you that may seem strange yet beautiful at the same time. See the people around you and feel that each of them has a unique and special life of their own like yours, and some of them may be heartbroken and betrayed. Some of them may be having an existential sadness and a lack of passion. Some of them may be wandering through life, love, and career like fireworks on the fourth of July, always a spectacular sight to see but never hitting the moon. You should always remind yourself whenever you are feeling lost that you are not alone in the desert of despair and instead you are a part of those wanderers that seek the wandering itself – never knowing where to stop, where to take a breath and keeps going, keeps loving and keeps appreciating the serenity of the night and when you arrive back home a few moments before dawn sit still on your bed. Take a deep breath. Listen to the song of your grief when it’s reminded that it’s truly Love itself that needs to experience life in the simplest, gentlest, and most adventurous of ways every now and then.”
— Juansen Dizon, Grief
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i love women
not just because we are soft in your hands
and soft in our hearts
but because we are living universes
with stars in our eyes and galaxies in our brains
i love how we transcend all of time and space just by being us
i love the way we ignite fires within us and under us
and strive for greatness despite the ways in which the world tries to stop us
i love how, through our tears and blood, we rust into iron
and become even stronger than we already are
i love us
i love women
(cc, 2021)
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Cosmo outfit
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“The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence.”
— Roy T. Bennett
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“Spring Awakening” by Little Lis on INPRNT
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“I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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