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eight p.m. by Matthew Dickman
always thinking of that “i couldn’t stop wasting time” quote
song of the summer!!
i gotta romanticize this silly little life so i don’t romanticize killing my silly little self
Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.”
― Khalil Gibran
mods are asleep post let's get married by josé olivarez
larrabee state park
Chekhov wrote it before Camus
girls who aren’t naturally redheads who dye their hair and look like natural redheads…. I hope u know that’s a superpower
Marina Tsvetaeva, from "My ear attends to you", Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Maxwell Shorter)
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up."
— Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones (The Sandman, #9) (1993)
“I am unknown: so what? These verses believe; they love; they hope: that’s enough.”
— Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to his mother written c. April 1870, featured in “I Promise to be Good: Letters,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
alone
@burtoo
Ophelia, 1851-1905 - oil on canvas — Constantin Meunier (Belgian, 1831-1905)
I cant eat when im anxious because my stomach is already full of my heart
gripping my thighs with my nails about this
how am i meant to sleep when theres gay sex and horror movies in this beautiful cruel world