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adesum · 9 days
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i cant think of the fact that humans send messages saying ’where are you? who are you?’ from earth to the giant and empty space all around us for too long because it makes me cry so hard and feel so human and lonely
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childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive
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adesum · 22 days
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Amy ♡
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adesum · 22 days
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do you think, for a potato chip, being dipped in an onion-based condiment is like seeing an old friend for the first time in years, both of you fundamentally changed and soon destined to die but nonetheless still here in this moment?
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adesum · 22 days
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dostoyevsky kinda ate with “your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
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adesum · 23 days
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“Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.”
— Chuck Palahniuk
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adesum · 23 days
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“Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.”
— Chuck Palahniuk
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adesum · 23 days
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“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”
— Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959 (translated by Ryan Bloom; Ivan R. Dee, apr. 2008)
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adesum · 2 months
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life doesn’t end at 25. life doesn’t end at 27 or 30 either. life doesn’t end at 35 or 45. life doesn’t end at 65. it doesn’t matter how old you are, when you decide to get your high school degree or start a family. it doesn’t matter when you decide to go run a marathon or go travel the world. life is not made up by numbers, age is, and your age is not all that you are. you got time. life doesn’t end until it ends.
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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
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adesum · 2 months
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phone is my best friend she would never betray me. what do you mean my brain is being fried by the constant dopamine hits. she just wants me to be happy
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adesum · 2 months
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yeah, i'm on social media (tumblr, letterboxd, friend activity tab on spotify, local coffee shop all the gay people go to)
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adesum · 2 months
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“I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.”
— Jean Cocteau
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j. sullivan
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Amy Winehouse's list of ambitions.
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Sylvia Plath’s childhood ponytail
source: vogue
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