Amy Winehouse photographed in a London café in 2004.
Cosimo Galluzzi
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Acquired Stardust
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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will byers stan first human second

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Amy Winehouse photographed in a London café in 2004.
Giovanni Gasparro
Dying Swan
Six months has passed and my life still doesn’t feel real without you here, I miss you everyday and I hope you’re proud of me. I’ll love you forever and that’s a promise.
six months ago you reached for the moon
departed from this plane
ridded of your pain
below you time stood still
earth shattered and split to two: before and after you
to grieve is to surrender to the weight and try carry it with nowhere to place your hands
how to mourn a soul with no goodbye
hallowing cries the soundtrack of my nights
six months ago I carried a toy elephant to my doctors office
and found myself sleeping in psych ward sheets again a cold embrace from an old friend I saw Jesus in st Vincents hospital, clawing at his arms carved your name in to his flesh begged him to show me the way back to you
Knees against the cool white tiles of the waiting room He promised to send down four angels they wiped the blood from my palms with their wings and tucked me in I watch the moon from my bedroom now and I cradle you from within
Chris Abani, from "Fragrance", Smoking the Bible
thank you anais nin
Original virgin suicides dressed on display at momu
may God sends you love in forms you didn’t even thought love existed
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L. V., excerpts from the afterword