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21stcenturysucks · 15 days
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I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.) - Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song.
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21stcenturysucks · 1 month
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“Dear Milena, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.” ― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.
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21stcenturysucks · 2 months
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"My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."
-Warshan Shire.
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21stcenturysucks · 4 months
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Because you were foolish enough to love one place, now you are homeless, an orphan in a succession of shelters.
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21stcenturysucks · 6 months
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21stcenturysucks · 6 months
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I don't fantasize about having the perfect life. I just think about waking up somewhere safe. I think about having a pretty kitchen and a nice green armchair. Books on shelves. Coffee always brewing. I could be happy with something simple and quiet.
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21stcenturysucks · 7 months
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21stcenturysucks · 7 months
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September tastes of ashes. And yet it insists. Softly. But it insists.
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; "Autumn Psalm,"
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21stcenturysucks · 7 months
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21stcenturysucks · 8 months
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"I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard."
-Charles Bukowski
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21stcenturysucks · 8 months
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It is only September.
I don't know how many seasons I will be allowed to love you yet.
-excerpted from Megan Falley's "A Simple Love Poem"
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21stcenturysucks · 8 months
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Let us forget, with generosity, those who cannot love us.
-Pablo Neruda
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21stcenturysucks · 8 months
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21stcenturysucks · 9 months
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"And you'll always love me, won't you?"
"Yes."
"And the rain won't make any difference?"
"No."
- Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
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21stcenturysucks · 9 months
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It is July, somehow and I still haven't asked you for coffee. It's too warm for coffee now and maybe we're too old for ice cream.
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21stcenturysucks · 10 months
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You do make me hard
But she makes me weak.
🎵 Be my mistake//The 1975.
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21stcenturysucks · 10 months
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"The sensitive suffer more; but they love more, and dream more."
Augusto Cury
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