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mysweetheartjude · a day ago
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We all say we want our kids to be happy, only happy, and healthy, but we don't want that. We want them to be like we are, or better than we are. We as humans are very unimaginative in that sense. We aren't equipped for the possibility that they might be worse. But I guess that would be asking too much. It must be an evolutionary stopgap - if we were all so specifically, vividly aware of what might go horribly wrong, none of us would have children at all.
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stewyhosseinigf · 2 days ago
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I AM GOIGN TO KILL MYSELFFGH
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goeasyonjude · a day ago
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in a constant state of missing jude st francis
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metamorphesque · 3 months ago
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“Friendship is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.”   ― Oscar Wilde
1,3. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | 2.Anne Carson, Euripides | 4.Malcolm T. Liepke | 5.@i-wrotethisforme | 6,9,11,14.Hanya Yanagihara | 7.Arnold Lobel | 8.E. M. Forster | 10.Peter Wever | 12.Joseph Lorusso | 13.Ocean Vuong
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darkerthanerebus · a month ago
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ON URBAN LONELINESS
aron wiesenfeld, study for night reading || gueorgui pinkhassov || haruki murakami || anne bentley || mitski, nobody || charles bukowski ||virginia woolf, the waves || a little life, hanya yanagihara|| holly warburton, you're my person ||
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awrldalone · a year ago
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some things we should start romanticising
bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics. (edit: in some countries this is illegal and it can be dangerous - i had not thought of that and i apologise)
sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.
making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.
buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.
reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.
that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home. 
writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.
tying shoe laces. where are you even going?
picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.
finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.
-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm
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metamorphesque · 10 days ago
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― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
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princesskuragina · a year ago
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books set in new york city be like i was between 10th and the village but i needed to go north to 75th and obviously i had to avoid the east side so that i didn’t run into 5th but my apartment was on 12th and The Bridge. these are geographic references we all understand.
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deadpoetwilde · 7 months ago
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i'm so obsessed with the idea of living in a big city where i can choose to be invisible and disappear between the crowds and live for myself and have my favorite little corner in a cafe and go to musea and galleries and appreciate art and architecture for hours uninterrupted and go to all the places where literary figures got inspiration for their poetry and their works and stroll down the streets by myself and look at people who pass by and invent little stories for them in my head and live in a small apartment where i can write by my open window until really late at night and sometimes stop and listen to the bustle of life on the streets below and i can also choose to be part of that bustle myself and part of a circle of artists who share a studio and support each other and go to social gatherings where i meet people who are as passionate about art and poetry as i am and exchange ideas and be inspired and have specific corners and monuments and cafes where we gather, and hold symposia stuffed in someone's tiny apartment and in general live as an active part of the urban creative scene ??? just ,,, living in a city where i get to see the entire assembled past and present existence of humanity ???
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