[talonabraxas]

“Summoned or not, the god will come.” C.G. Jung

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Lamentations: A Monument for the Dead World (Bruce Elder, 1985) 

[cotonfrais]

“She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.”

— Charles Bukowski (via tearing-myself-apart-x)

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Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton

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art journal entry: (34/70) // “How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?” — @richardsiken-poet

[traaumaa]

this is going to kill me

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[mimeticspace]

Saitou Kazu

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[feral-ballad]

Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “The wanderer”

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[weltenwellen]

Velimir Khlebnikov, Collected Works, Vol. 3: Selected Poems, tr. by Paul Schmidt

[hapless-hollow]

“Awake again, into this dreadful place…”

— Helaena C Moon  .  instagram  .  helaena.c.moon

[fawnaura]

Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir

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when you lose an emotional attachment to someone, you realise how ordinary they were. it was your love and your energy that made them seem so special.