When my wounds are no longer wounds and my heart is less tender,
I hope I remember happiness.
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When my wounds are no longer wounds and my heart is less tender,
I hope I remember happiness.
This Anatomy of Melancholy | L.H.Z |
By Fedor Lashkov
The violence against me is just your name.
This Anatomy of Melancholy | L.H.Z
keep. it. one-hundred. on-the. 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹. the. ₛₑₐ. the. ˢᵏʸ. pledge allegiance to your ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ your ₜₑₐₘ. your 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓈. don’t. care. where. the. hell. you. been. ‘cause ₙₒ𝓌. you’re 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒.
THE FATE OF OPHELIA 2025 — dir. Taylor Swift
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october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good october will be good
— Hope is Lonely, Kim Seung Hee (tr. Brother Anthony)
[text ID: hope and I, / hope is a life sentence, / hope is lonely.]
i really enjoy seeing people post their relationships. like abeg i don’t want to be hardened i want to continue believing love is possible and here in all forms. i’ll never tire of seeing sweetness and tenderness
have you noticed the whole thing coming apart at the seams lately
I am good. I am loved.
the spirit is unwilling and the flesh it feels not so good also
lowkey how strange to be anything at all
words from the poem ‘love lines’ by Olga Broumas