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30 NOVEMBER: "And spangled is the only word for this night of seeping cold."
~ John Lewis-Stempel, Meadowland: The Private Life of an English Field
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fairydrowning · 7 months
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"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."
– Charles Bukowski
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craqueluring · 6 months
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Claudia Durastanti, Strangers I Know / NBC’s Hannibal (2013-2015)
"Every crime of yours feels like one I am guilty of. Not just Abigail's murder, every murder stretching backward and forward in time. Freeing yourself from me and me freeing myself from you, they are the same. We're conjoined."
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mehreenkhan · 1 year
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mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeene aur marne ka usi ko dekh kar jite hain jis kafir pe dam nikle
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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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vomitingwords · 1 month
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"I don't want to think about it now," one of my closest friends once told me. "I'll think about what I can do once I'm already in that situation," she even added.
Before we got into this conversation, I was ranting about my life. And why are things not happening the way I want them to? As if the universe is against what I want. These past few months have quite stressed me out, and I don't have anyone to tell these things to. Because, honestly, I never wanted to bother anyone. I am just a typical person who keeps things to herself. Especially if it's too personal for me to share.
Earlier, while I was traveling to work, this conversation struck me once again. And I just remembered that I also said that before to someone I know. I used to think that way. I used to tell other people the same phrase every time they asked me what I would do if I were in a certain situation. And you see, I used to not overthink too much. Yes, I am an overthinker, but not to the point that I am experiencing now. I just thought that my overthinking got the best of me. I'm on the verge of quitting everything that I'm passionate about. In short, I was so close to giving up and stopping everything that makes my heart feel alive. I haven't felt so genuine in a while, as if everything I wrote was nothing but mere words that have no meaning at all. Something I don't really feel like writing about. I stopped having a long conversation with anyone. I stopped listening to what they really had to say. And just think, think, and think until it's time for me to go to sleep.
But then I remembered who I was before. I remembered that girl who doesn't easily give up on things just because she's stressed out. I remembered that girl who loved to lift people up with her words. I remembered someone who would not let anyone stop her from achieving what she wanted. I remembered who I was. I remembered myself saying, "Let's see what I will do if I'm in that situation." Even if I am not sure what I can exactly do when that moment comes, even if I'm not sure if I'm still alive to witness that, I remembered how hopeful I was. And I remembered how much faith I have that things will always work out. And even if they don't, it just means that it wasn't meant for me at all.
I just want to tell you that sometimes you have to remind yourself of the old you—the you who have lived and survived in the past—just to get you where you are right now. And remember that if you don't like where you are right now, you still have a chance to do something that might change where you're going. It might be a tough road to walk on. But the most important thing is that you've done something. You've never abandoned yourself and just given up on what you really want to do.
Hello, I'm just dropping by // ma.c.a
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wordedarchive · 26 days
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the hollowness in my own eyes haunts me.
Khush Bakht via wordedarchive
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ivynightshade · 2 years
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today, i can’t be. i am too tired to be.
[fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws // stephen ellcock // langston hughes // david hettinger // susan sontag, from the dummy // mayday parade, from i’d rather make mistakes than nothing at all //ramon casas // lana del rey, from hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have — but i have it // daniel f. gerhartz // sylvia plath, from the bell jar // fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky]
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fatimaamerbilal · 2 years
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fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.
[text id: i want to embrace you so closely that our bodies would become one.]
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xxrrisxx · 27 days
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I am not well. I could have built the pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.
Franz Kafka
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I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
— Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, 1924
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"Summer is growing old and everything is flowing into a single melancholy murmur"
~ Tomas Tranströmer, from "The Cuckoo"
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fairydrowning · 8 months
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Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."
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amicus-noctis · 6 months
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“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.” ― Franz Kafka
Painting: "Nocturnal Studies" by Michael Handt
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{David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest/ Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Malwida von Meysenbug wr. c. 1876/ Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters/ IDK You Yet, Song by Alexander 23/ Robert Desnos/ Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. June 1944/ Emily Brontë, from The Collected Novels; "Wuthering Heights,"/ Caroline George, Dearest Josephine/ Srinivas Mishra/ Unknown/ Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, Christmas, 1948/ Unknown}
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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You opened your mouth and spoke the language in my blood.
Ashe Vernon, from ‘Literary Sexts’
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