Quite literally the opposite of Donna Tartt's "Death is the mother of beauty[...]Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it."

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Quite literally the opposite of Donna Tartt's "Death is the mother of beauty[...]Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it."
I love soulmates but also this-
“I still wake up with things to tell you. One day, I won’t. I will learn placid acceptance. I will stop panicking when I can’t perfectly remember the pitch of your voice or the curve of your jawline. The smell of cinnamon won’t make me sad anymore. At this point it’s not about finding someone to replace you. I have spread my love all over the place. It’s about trying to sleep knowing I live in a world that has your hands in it.”
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“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends” Trista Mateer
this is from my book Honeybee!
— Greg Santora, “I mourn us as if we were dead”
One week living in a year where you loved me.
limerence and ennui chase me into the new year
Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert
may our paths cross again. my favorite stranger <3
Add something, if you’d like
A gentle invitation.
I would like to. I scream in response
“and then i woke up from the dream keeping me alive”
imagine fancying myself a writer. what kind of foolish thought was that.
early morning shades of gray beautiful overtones but you’re wasting the moment on your telephone
hardly talking such a shame there used to be laughter here and we'd joke away all the quiet and
i don't think that you want that i don't think that you need that
i won't tell you off new friend i hope that you're mine too i don't know what you're feeling
all my thoughts are repeating
if you could let me in don't want to pry but i'm fighting
early morning changing shapes picturesque shadows dance flames on the covers on your sleeping hands
cards and omens ace of spades another day passes by i could just let it go but
i don't think that you want that i don't think that you need that
i won't tell you off new friend i thought you were mine too i don't know what you're feeling
all my thoughts are defeating
if you could let me in don't want to pry but i'm fighting
i'm covered in night sweat glow from the cigarette eyes on the tv screen trying not to answer me
why not wait till the sun comes out
e.e. cummings
#90
if a cheerfulest Elephantangelchild should sit (holding a red candle over his head by a finger of trunk,and singing out of a red book)on a proud round cloud in a white high night where his heartlike ears have flown adorable him self tail and all(and his tail's red christmas bow) --and if,when we meet again,little he(having flown even higher)is sunning his penguinsoul in the glow of a joy which wasn't and isn't and won't be words while possibly not(at a guess)quite half way down to the earth are leapandswooping tinily birds whose magical gaiety makes your beautiful name-- i feel that(false and true are merely to know) Love only has ever been,is,and will ever be,So
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t
by Richard Brautigan
I feel horrible. She doesn’t
love me and I wander around
the house like a sewing machine
that’s just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.
For a 20 year old person, time appears to pass 4 times faster that when 5 years old, and for a 50 years old person, time passes 5 times faster than that.
It follows that the psychological midpoint of the time of a person's life with an average life expectancy is between 23 and 25 years.
All of the current Dr. Wrom stories
The Wrom Institute
Regarding Eve
I woke up in a room that isn’t mine
The Job Interview
Log-book of Social Worker #931
It Hurts Here