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toomanystories · 7 months
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ivynightshade · 3 months
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mother, you were right- i do damage. for the sake of all the damage that’s been done to me.
[fatima aamer bilal, excerpts from days where my whole world is my bed / coffin heart? bury me. / all hunger is, is love. / shame is a girl’s second skin / i mother it, the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time.]
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itsclassicmee · 4 months
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“I'm a master of speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence”.
–Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit.
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you’re on your own, kid, you always have been
normal people, 2020/@ryebreadgf /ceilings - lizzy mcalpine/the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson/untitled, frank wright/unknown, from pinterest/nicolas martin, “dedicated to light”/you’re on your own, kid - taylor swift/edward hooper, “gayle on the f train”/@seashellronan/tolerate it - taylor swift/unknown/tv - billie eilish/unknown, from pinterest/@lustloveandliarsx/@finehoney/@farmlesbians/liability - lorde/i get so jealous of euthanized dogs - june gehringer/anne magill/you’re on your own, kid - taylor swift
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k-tarkovsky · 1 year
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“We have forgotten how to relate emotionally to art: we treat it like editors, searching in it for that which the artist has supposedly hidden.”
—Andrei Tarkovsky, who would have been 91 today.
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moonblacckkk · 2 years
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thehobbitchronicles · 7 months
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🌿🌞🌻🌱🌾
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lifeinbooks · 3 months
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Sve je lakše kada shvatiš da tuđi dolasci i odlasci nemaju baš nikakve veze sa tobom. Čovjek koji želi da ide, ode. Čovjek koji želi da ostane, ostaje.
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rainyyy-dayysss · 4 months
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"What if I told you I am incapable of tolerating my own heart ?" And when slyiva plath said " I desire things which will destroy me in the end ."
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graywensdays · 22 days
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My mother never made her bed.
Yet I was expected to make mine.
My mother never listened to me.
Yet I was expected to always be an open ear.
My mother likes her tea bitter.
I like my tea sweet.
My mother didn’t solve her problems.
She passed them onto me.
I’m nothing like her yet without her there is no me.
I am drowning in the deepest body of water.
She stands on the shore, watching.
Its not about what she does,
It’s what she doesn’t.
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su4vz · 4 months
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“Most generals dream of dying in service to their kingdom. But you know me better than that, my love.When I fall, it will be for one reason only: to protect our children.”
—RECOVERED, UNSENT CORRESPONDENCE OF GENERAL LILITH SORRENGAIL
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fatimaamerbilal · 6 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s all the blood in my mouth screams devastatingly desperate, miserable girl.
[text id: i eat approval for dinner, and when not earned any, i go to bed hungry.]
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ivynightshade · 5 months
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time.
[text id: i am a tall child with no lap to crawl into and cry in. / so i make a big show of wounded skin, hoping someone pries in. / i am humiliated. i am just always humiliated, just by existing.]
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brokendowmess · 1 year
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“Who am I? Who am I?”
“You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs. You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen. You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way. You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it. You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again. You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.” “And who are you?" "I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go.
A Little Life. Hanya Yanagihara
Peter Wever, 1950. Embrace painting
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vjeciti-filozof · 5 months
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Ne dozvoli si
da istu osobu
preživljavaš
dva puta.
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creatinganewwlife · 14 days
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“But when someone's gone and you're the primary keeper of his memory-letting go would be a kind of murder, wouldn't it? I had so much love for him, even if it was a complicated love, and where is all that love supposed to go? He was gone, so it couldn't change, it couldn't turn to indifference. I was stuck with all that love.”
Rebecca Makkai, The Great Believers
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