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[sageandscorpiongrass]

I am looking inward, You are looking at me.

Quote via. @/petfurniture on Twitter | The Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac | The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays, Albert Camus | Nine, Sleeping At Last | The Essence of Hope: His Guiding Light, Randy Burns | Oak Tree Towering Prescence, Tatyana Fogarty | The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky | Don't You Wonder Sometimes?, Tracy K. Smith | Quote via. Roland Barthes | The Bug Collector, Haley Heynderickx | The Cottar's Pride - a Cottage Garden, Henry Sutton Palmer | Bitter Herb, Erica Jong | 1884, George Orwell

[flowerytale]

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters

[orpheuslament]

Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani

[hauntedbythenarrative]

For a while it was love, wasn't it? For me it was love

craigslist (on tumblr)//Ghost world, Holly Warburton//Isabella and the pot of basil, Arthur Trevethin Nowell//Waiting room, Phoebe Bridgers//Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another, Jan Heller Levi//Disappointed love, Francis Danby//Flower, Jisoo//Helen in Egypt; “Leuké”, Hilda Doolittle//Sue Zhao

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— Tristan Tzara, from Selected Verses; “Approximate Man.”

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— Paul Valéry, from “Eupalinos.”

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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

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Frustration / longing / love

[vellichnora]

On nostalgia for the present

sue zhao, dialogues on love// aron weisenfeld// joan didion, blue nights// alain de botton// andrés lozano// ada limon, 'before' from bright dead things// laurits anderson ring, at breakfast// jon kabat-zinn //via @shhhitsfine

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

[raavasgf]

[ID: Image text that reads, “…do not know if I will ever forget. I do not know if I want to. I am every age I have ever been. All time ever does is pass and all I ever do is remember. There are days I do not recognise myself in old pictures. There are times I feel like my life stopped at 18. END ID]

[wrote-you-a-poem]

“I was so desperate to be understood that I would grab people and shove them inside my heart- where they stuck out like splinters, and it would hurt every time I felt anything.”

— Eliot Knight  (via 7-weeks)

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— Philip Schultz, from “The God of Loneliness.”

[deviika]

Blythe Baird // Dave Eggers

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miriam adeney

[arthoesunshine]

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

[makomoriz]

Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, Amy Krouse Rosenthal

[librarycard]

[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]

[deviika]

Ned Vizzini

[ivynightshade]

i sent my muse off to a war with his mind, and he never came back.

[claire c. holland, from jess: black christmas (1974), i am not your final girl / fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws / lianyu tan, from the wicked and the willing / anaïs nin / fatima aamer bilal, from all that is damaging / title, from my heart has claws / paintings by jeffrey t. larson]