[thesenightswillgosoquietly]

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Lydia - Hospital

no one knows it, but she, she saved me

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Then, like a sweet mistake, she disappeared.”

— Velimir Khlebnikov, from Collected Poems, Writings; “Venus and the Shaman,”

[givemefreshtofu]

Love/Juice (2000), Kaze Shindo

[ii97y]

“It’s terrible, how absent-minded I’ve become. I’m always dreaming and forgetting.”

— Eugene O'Neill, from Complete Plays 1932-1943 ; “Long Day’s Journey Into Night,” (via 19-5-5)

[fairycosmos]

i look in the mirror, i lose my mind a little, i cry on public transport, i walk through a fluorescent supermarket, i have slow and confusing dreams at night. you know how it is

[mossgirl]

I’ve always been a coward and I’ve never known what’s good for me. Artwork by Don Nance. Page from my journal.

[lost-in-crystal-canyons]

[vaticanrust]

Ian Curtis on stage with Joy Division at The Factory in Manchester, 1979.

[meerasplaylist]

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[li-at]

Forever and ever

[1i]

“I wanted to be on my own. I wanted to be someone else entirely, I didn’t want to owe anyone anything, or be owed anything either.”

— Margaret Atwood, from “The Year of the Flood,” published c. 2009 (edited)

[blacktout]

“The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.”

— Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

[depressedanxietydeath]

“I want to cry, but I’m totally numb.”

— Me (via depressedanxietydeath)

[tremendousandsonorouswords]

He dreamt one night that she came and kissed him, and with that kiss she entered his body. She looked through his eyes and listened with his ears. In the morning nothing had changed.

Duane Michals, from the series Person to person, 1974

[94suma-deactivated20200719]

I want to write a very long text about how I feel toward my life , but at the same time I don’t want to, because it’ll make me realise how miserable my life is from the start. So no point of writing anymore.

[midnight-charm]

“Ami gli opposti”

Eva Herzigová by Maciek Kobielski for Marie Claire Italia

[autumnkings]

[indigoeyes278]

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds live Athens 1987