victoriaromaine

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Ghosts are good for short term thrills, in the long run they're boring

Jitterbug Perfume

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there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love beware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlock their finest art

Charles Bukowski

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It is not our purpose to become each other; it's to recognize each other, to learn to see the other an honour him for what he is

Herman Hesse

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That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I want change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the coloured arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

"The bell jar" Sylvia Plath (79)

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You say it’s you or my past. That I need to let the past go, I need to get over. I think, these preconceived notions of what was acceptable for another person, that is the lesson to be forgotten.

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Victoria Mccubbin

I miss the person Who was inquisitive Thirsty for intellect Always learning Hungry to be the best. Never the best socialized, Those who were I felt bad for. Those tight social constructs that made it impossible to see the what the unique qualities of the mind would be capable of. I walk into the field of zombies, assimilated... I've become part of the mass. Maybe all amongst us are searching for the individuality we've lost. Tragically hoping to be spotted for the rare breed we once were.

[victoriaromaine]

The little girls were wearing white party dresses and black party shoes, so strangers would know at once how nice they were.

vonnegut, slaughterhouse five

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Suddenly I am aware, of the guteral person I am. Recognizing that meloncholy I once felt, feels its never left. I've been living a false life of contentment and faux self awareness. I am nothing, I am lost. Have I lost my mind you ask? And suddenly you've thrust me back. I am lost, I am in the mud, the trenches of a war on myself. For the first time in a while I recognize myself. Are you happy now?

[victoriaromaine]

“Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures it and rides it in, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life's bittersweet route.” 

#Tom Robbins- Jitterbug Perfume

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[victoriaromaine]

"But he lacked the guts or the wisdom, or maybe just the talent, to indicate somehow that time was liquid, that one moment was no more important than any other, and that all moments quickly run away." -Kurt Vonnegut , Bluebeard

[victoriaromaine]

I feel myself letting you slide away You pull me towards you, And I decide one more try. The surge. One last hour, before I let it die I wondered what it would take I swore you could never destroy us Now, when I close my eyes I see, I've never been special, Your worship, your passion- it was never for me. I thought I'd never give up, The way I was with you, I'll never be again. I didn't think this could happen. Part of me won't exist again But you will go on the same

[victoriaromaine]

#buwkowski 🙌🙌

[victoriaromaine]

A long few days, being aware of my separation from others. I can feel my desire to flee, to put up barriers, to wear a vacant expression in order to project ideas of independence. On my own, at the edge of a growing abyss, I stare across the cavernous gap to those on the other side. Both landscapes are barren. I have become everything on this side- while the others across share existence. Here, I can never feel alone again because I chose to live this way. Though a concern festers within me. Without a catalyst, how do those in solitude change. Was this distance wise?

[victoriaromaine]

[victoriaromaine]

Ziller smiled. Ziller's smiles are noted for their emery and misterioso and this was no exception. Nevertheless, it was a smile that seemed to say, "I have married well." 96

Tom Robbins

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