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I am hungry for touch & ashamed to be looked at

— Safia Elhillo, from "Summer," Girls That Never Die

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{Rumi, from Let the beauty we Love be what we Do: "Who Speaks with my Mouth,"/ Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena/ Tumblr User: @muktanjali (x)/ Franz Kafka/ Tiemar Tegene/ Unknown/ Khaled Hosseini/ Jacqueline Novak, from How to Weep in Public: Feeble Offerings on Depression from One Who Knows/Sally Rooney, Conversations With Friends}

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Literally how does your mind work 😟

? it doesnt

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“Anything you say is alright with me

I love you”

1959

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“Once someone touched my jaw so softly I cried. Once someone held my hand so lightly I wept —”

— Sanna Wani, from “Meditation”, My Grief, the Sun

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Oliver Burston - Desk Slump, date unknown

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Alex Light

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Your lovely presence. – Lukas W.

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"I don't think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."

– Via "avvfvl" on Tumblr

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Lovers Series #41.

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mark of athena, rick riordan // Elizabeth Gilbert //Orestes, Euripides // dancing with our hands tied, taylor swift // the song of achilles, madeline miller

of knowing (and loving anyways)

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“he said loving me might be his weakness; i said so babe be strong.”

#music #new music #pop music #bedroom pop #lonightly #love songs #dark aesthetic #femme fetale aesthetic #lyrics #lyric posting #lyric aesthetics #writing #Spotify

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Cover to Jules Michelet’s La Sorcière, Jean de Bonnot Edition—featuring early 20th century art by Martin van Maële (designer unknown, 2005).

(via Jean de Bonnot)

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“I’m always afraid others might talk about me. I’ve failed in everything. I didn’t dare think of being something; I didn’t even dream of thinking about being something, because even in my dreams - in my visionary state as a mere dreamer - I realized I was unfit for life. No feeling can lift my head from the pillow where I’ve let it sink in desperation, unable to deal with my body or even with the idea that I’m alive, or even with the abstract idea of life. I don’t speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life like a sick man who finally got up after being bedridden for months. Only in bed do I feel like part of normal life. It pleases me to get a fever, since it seems perfectly natural to my recumbent state. Like a flame in the wind I flutter and get dizzy. Only in the dead air of closed rooms do I breathe the normality of my life.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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Etel Adnan, edited by Kamal Boullata, from Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Arabic Poetry by Arab Women; “Jebu”

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The Long Excuse 2016 ‘永い言い訳’ Directed by Miwa Nishikawa