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A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, 1884

Georges Seurat

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Studio Ghibli makes me want to romanticize my entire life

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Love Is A Place

By E. E. Cummings

love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds

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Emotionless Princess

- kaito

She was never too perfect

Blends transparent in those flawless places. 

Thus, she grew thorns and poison in her garden 

And says, 

You know that scent? 

It’s the triumph of death. 

She owned happiness in those reminiscent regrets.

The rejoice of smiling faces 

Faded the essence of that day,

As she thought she was alive for a moment. 

But everybody held a knife. 

A weapon that can tear your heart apart.

Target prey;

The plan came along. 

Were they afraid of me? 

She thought.

Was I, the soul needed to be replaced? 

An existence caved alone 

Carving scars in the dark? 

She knew she won’t violate 

A conception glaze with their sweet sanity.

Empathy nor integrity was useless

It was already coated with bullets.

How come she hasn’t reacted? 

Of how the pain in her body 

Was pouring and crashing the river of hell. 

Teenage dream was a victim of a horror film.

A genre of not faith but disbelief.

She melts as the sunset rays shimmer her tears

With brown eyes circling its eclipse. 

As she stands there waiting, 

doubting, and staring 

In the midst of a new era of conflict. 

“I’ll die anyway”.

She said she’ll be buried alone infinite

Folded by their colloquy screams of indifference

And glowing by their burning roses of red.

She will be crowned forgotten

Known as the Emotionless Princess 

Of the dead.

Tell her it's not fine to drown the sea of pessimism.

Those criticisms of how liable and perfect she lived;

She was the aspect of nonexistent.

It doesn’t define her nature being born broken

A house filled with mischief and subtle cries 

From those chambers of lies and illusory tales

May seem she was phlegmatic; a cold glacial experience. 

Even though each day kissed her moonlight skin

It was anxiety season fighting in her mind.

As those little trojan warriors cease the scene

With irritating theories

Of how her architecture of positivity 

Vanish in her blithesome reverie.

By then, it was a new story

The twist of being reincarnated.

Choking on flowers; walking on thin thread

Entering a world full of uncertain dreams.

Wish her luck in those petrifying endeavors

Her happy life in between

Nowhere near closure.

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the scenery reminded me about that depressing summer that keeps on hunting you

The Secret World of Arrietty ‘借りぐらしのアリエッティ’ 2010 | dir. Hiromasa Yonebayashi

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Concluding statement

The mess you made

Crinkled the earth space

As you watch me fall down

Into your own maze

I wish you could lift me

From this unfortunate misery

But seeing you smiling up there

Made such a new ending

Concluding statement: I was the burden

-kaito

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Your blood has showered

Upon the leaves of anguish

Did death follow to?

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You alone are far - Far gone in my memory A mistake present

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Purple skies, kiss me Wait until you’ve reached my end Your lips taste strawberries

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The perfect murder

Exists from your navy heart

Oceanic traitor

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The setting sun left

Us with a smile for today

And for tomorrow.

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CROSSED ROADS

by kaito

A mint of yellow rays has dawned the sidewalks,

Streets and crossed roads -

As the seas battles the queen’s soldiers

Over in the brink of a dead calm season

Bringing the uptide to the person who reasons.

Rational... Would that be you?

A kind of man who wishes it was all through?

Such scenario of us pretending

For we crossed paths in the middle

Of the road just - belittling.

Like a butterfly out of blue

Flying and twirling all nothing but one clue

Wings contrast. Differently craft.

A horrid combination of wild emotions

Fighting of what word is unspoken for?

Destiny was cruel.

It was not the type of diamond nor jewel

It followed you. It hunted me.

Every puzzle was unsolvable

Each move was too fragile.

To exist in a world like this?

Trust me.

I never have intentions to be on this road

A girl can dream of wonderful fate

But nor did she desire an atrophy of wait.

We weren’t crossedly fated

The strings were absolutely not valid.

Our beliefs are remain stilled

Prisoned to be exact -

Seemingly waiting for its unforseen comeback.

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—John Osborne, Look Back In Anger

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I saw the night lights Clinging each other freely Forever, today

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Summer twilight wind Enchanted my words for you Whom you’ve departed

- kaito

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franz kafka quotes + old book scans

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