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rip henry winter you would have hated audiobooks

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Letting epsilon be greater than zero so I can give the reader a little heart ε>

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the secret history is NOT an aesthetic dark academia books that romanticizes whatever the fuck tiktok users think it's romanticizing it's a cautionary tale about the effects of ancient greek on the brain

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i hate that everyone only uses calm “aesthetic” songs for the secret history. like genuinely let’s be serious i think the downward spiral of the group would be a genre they are most likely against like rock or metal.

along with that being said, i think there are some calmer songs but it would be more older. i’m noticing it’s all taylor swift but camilla was said to put on a josephine baker album. let’s get serious.

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I am not immune to the two-headed calf poem

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What's that feeling you feel when you're sad?

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we fucked up

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girls with big sad brown eyes can't be convicted of crimes

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tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)

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song of the anti-sisyphus by Chen Chen

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this is how you know a movie is crazy

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s coffin heart? bury me.

[text id: memory is a deathbed. remembrance is a grave. the memory of you is a scab that i keep picking so that it scars. a burn. a souvenir. something to claw at that claws back at me. / i refuse to be haunted by something less.]

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this entire year feeIs Iike a haIIucination

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*girl whos scared out of her mind* i think what matters is love and being kind and thats it

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equally fucked up alternate version of the orpheus and eurydice myth where i successfully bring the great love of my life back from the dead without looking back but the unresolved trauma of their death leaves me so scared of losing them a second time that i can't bear to look at them ever again