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[deadhumanbeing]

32. La persona che ti ha fatto a volte non ti distrugge.

[deadhumanbeing]

[deadhumanbeing]

Everyone is on tumblr but no one is in therapy.

[deadhumanbeing]

I guess I am generation “sometimes I still open tumblr and type some fifty-six pages emotional rant about something utterly irrelevant but then I always press delete”.

[deadhumanbeing]

What if we started looking in the mirror thinking someone behind it could be watching, would we learn to love ourself a bit more?

[deadhumanbeing]

I canceled my plans before you could ruin it again scavenging the trash can for a sign it’s never itself a good sign

[deadhumanbeing]

“One way or the other, every story is told backwards or twice”

[deadhumanbeing]

I want to know what the dog is dreaming about.

[deadhumanbeing]

My star sign is eyeroll

[books-n-quotes]

“Everything in life is just for a while.”

— Philip K. Dick, A Scanner Darkly

[deadhumanbeing]

NOTHING REALLY EVER HAPPENS

[deadhumanbeing]

What is your favorite feeling? I say anger but I would like to say anticipation

[deadhumanbeing]

Ratking

Silence is where you keep all the secrets you told only a box spring you never told me either           But thats how I pictured you always a gun in a drawer you can reach with your left hand even when no one is lying           I’ve always knew not to trust you But really you’re not that sacred from this 25th floor I miss the pile of cigarettes sometimes but it’s quite a nuisance now it’s been a while and I have always been bad with names the view gets clearer           It’s always cruel anyway so I ignore all sobbing men as a teaching moment maybe you’re not that sacred from      any      25th floor

[autogalatea]

stop taking your body so personally

[deadhumanbeing]

[deadhumanbeing]

You are a butter knife and when I see it it’s the only thing I see HIT ME I HAD A DREAM IN WHICH YOU DID when we spent summer at your parents’ house tracing the shadow of your curls in the sun against a dull white wall I’d rather think some things are just perfect a wall just a wall the room all white holy — miserable how do you know how mornings pass like mornings & afternoons n e v e r p a s s ?

[deadhumanbeing]

07.07

A lifetime long creation of a poem about me