Okay I have a theory that lock screens and laptop stickers are the new true windows to the soul.
Feel free to reblog with your current lock screen and/or laptop stickers!
(doing this because I a) kind of want to flex b) am really curious to see others')
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“ I’m sure I’ve seen your eyes somewhere…but it couldn’t have been! I’m only imagining it…I’ve never been here before. Perhaps in a dream…”
Fyodor Dostoevsky: The Idiot
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“Behold my stunning allure like that of a rose, and dismiss the lingering sting of my thorns.”
— Wrath
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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.
A Thousand Ships by Natalie Haynes
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I want to make my own tumblr brackets.
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i give to many the heart of that cold stone
see the best in people yet passed from hand to hand
broken and tattered as it reaches even the smallest palm
stretch my hand out reaching
pushed away, yet still I reach
falling into despair that so perfectly shrouded away the fingered that stretched
im tired
I want to touch hands with the warmest of you
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If I had a bronze coin for every tragic vaguely homoerotic play set in a republic on the brink of collapse that I've read in the past month then I'd have 2 coins
(Which isn't a lot, but at least I'd have something to put on my eyelids for Charon)
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"Is it really that bad if someone sees who you are? Why is it humans have a problem with letting someone else see that they are human?"
— Joseph Gogler
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Child,
why did no one
ever teach you
that you cannot
turn people
into homes?
People are rivers,
ever changing,
ever flowing.
They will disappear with
everything you put
inside them.
Still,
your home does
have a heartbeat.
But it isn’t one
locked in
anyone else’s
chest.
Just
look inside
your own.
—Nikita Gill, People Aren’t Homes
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Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair
- T. S Eliot
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" wasn't that the definition of home?
Not where you are from , but where you are wanted."
- Abraham verghese
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