noo don’t cry about july ending and the time passing, just remember the july poem :)
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Morality, too, is a question of time.
Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores
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Jane B. par Agnès V. (Agnès Varda, 1988)
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theres something addicting about destroying myself then putting myself back together again
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i realized i'm probably not gonna accumulate a whole lot of these edits till a long while, so i'm just gonna post them as i make them
anyhow, here's some of the ones i've made recently (plus a couple i never posted)
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Robert Bly, from “A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction; ‘Depression’”, edited by Mark S. Bauer.
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There are toxic people who target whom they want to be associated with by their physical appearance, education, and eloquence. They will never get to know who you are underneath all that because they don’t care. Your outer shell is what interests them, to boost their ego. When you’re gone, they’ll look for someone else with similar physical appearance and eloquence as you.
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I am like the pomegranate tree, but all my branches have been cut, broken, and buried with the dead. My heart has become a shriveled pomegranate beating with death and falling every second into a bottomless pit.
But no one knows. No one. The pomegranate alone knows.
Sinan Antoon, from The Corpse Washer
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Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, from “Carmilla”
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Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.
- Italo Calvino
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So instead of giving in to despair I chose active melancholy, in so far as I was capable of activity, in other words I chose the kind of melancholy that hopes, that strives and that seeks, in preference to the melancholy that despairs numbly and in distress.
Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
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Soleil (Pierre Clémenti, 1988)
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the worst part of my day is waking up
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I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy, love.
Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores
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