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[februarytrash]

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[pokepuff]

[kitty]

[muhtesemz]

روح

Souls that met before.

[lttlamb]

[e1hereal777]

“I’m not everything I want to be but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning”

— Charlotte Erikkson (via heavyrain-dc)

[poeticrose]

“She is sensitive. She does not see the world as it is. She’s a bit up in the clouds. She cannot fit in.”

— Christa Wolf, tr. by Jan van Heurck, from “Cassandra: A Novel & Four Essays,”

[daweyt]

arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Sylvia Plath, from The Complete Poems of Sylvia Plath; “Getting There,”

[mausspacearchive]

fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october

[erotomanicpixiedreamgirl]

no i really have that summertime sadness

[ojibwa]

[ojibwa]

[lullsoft]

[bbgirlspit]

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, Dearly; from ‘Walking in the Madman’s Wood’