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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Claire Keane
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@anddeeperstill
In this bucket of paint we get submerged. Someone else holds the paintbrush. Some days all we see is blue We wet ourselves in this color, We are painted to blend in While the day rushes on and on The collar is blue, The job is blue, Our eyes, our thoughts become blue ‘Till the sunset comes, ‘Till you’re teary eyed Then the paint melts off your skin, To reveal the hidden, sacred Undertones of your life, Of your loves.
Sasha Soboleva (via anddeeperstill)
Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and without fearing to understand things that clash with their own customs, privileges, or beliefs. This state of mind is not common, but it is essential for right thinking.
Leo Tolstoy (via stuff–n–things)
Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.
Carol Shields, The Republic of Love (via wordsnquotes)
Obsessed with running away into a void without feelings. Clawing away at the skin- To escape the labels plastered all over.
Thrusting the limbs away From judgements and eyes, Their eyes- gawking like hungry beasts Saliva drooping down their legs Words spurting- from long, hard, white fangs- Splattering all over…
They don’t know, that inside me it’s all rotten- There’s no need to keep watering the dead.
-Sasha Soboleva
James Benning, Landscape Suicide
“Rocks and Bones and Your Glass House” I chew the truth, and it, Like molten, heavy lava oozes down My throat To preserve your fragile existence, I, harden from the inside To prove I am worthy of your love, I shove these truths, These rocks down my throat And gulp down the whiskey And I burn so that the truth doesn’t come flying into your glass window. To protect your made-up world of glass, I, tightly hold these rocks in-between the bones of my ribcage.
Shout out to the exes: I honestly lived with a guy for so long i couldn't even picture myself waking up to someone else. But now I can't even remember what it feels like.
“…. I’m just tired, I don’t want to fight. And no, I don’t want to be dramatic; But yes I want to tell the truth. Look, I want you, and I want to kiss your mouth and I want to kiss so so many many parts of you. But you have to understand one thing. My lips on your body is all that I want. I am bored by random men and women, I am bored even though yes of course I still find them attractive, and sexy as hell. But, I still just want you. I want to kiss you. I want to make love to you. I want you and all your bullshit and baggage and problems and what not. I want your life with mine, And you don’t believe me. So you know what? This is fucking done. We are fucking done. Because it hurts too fucking much that you’ll never believe how much I need you in my life.
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide
Meredith Grey (via whilde-daisi)
DECIDE. it's okay if you change your mind later, but decide.
goddam it hurts. And you pretend it doesn't. And you pretend and you pretend. And you lie down on the cold, wooden, hard floor. And it hurts. It hurts Every time. It hurts. And you wonder why. The end never actually comes.
#SashaSoboleva
I think that partly we fail as people when we give up on each other.
I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.
Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via atmosthetic)
i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)
Erosion // Jamie Oliveira (via novr)
