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“It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.”
— Henri Barbusse (via quotemadness)
Le Jardin qui bascule, 1974
“Some people don’t know what they have until it’s gone.”
“But what about the ones who do know? The ones who never took a damn thing for granted? Who tried their hardest to hold on, yet could only look on helplessly while they lost the thing they loved the most.” “Isn’t it so much worse for them?”
Lang Leav, The Universe of Us
I want to lay in bed all day and do nothing. See nothing. Hear nothing. Feel nothing.
-V. J.
“your beauty is undeniable
but everything sacred and ancient in you
is even more stunning”
Rupi Kaur, Home body
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday and we bloom where soldiers fell,
and lovers too,
and the snake ate the word.
hooray say the roses, darkness comes all at once, like lights gone out,
the sun leaves dark continents
and rows of stone.
hooray say the roses, cannons and spires, birds, bees, bombers, today is Friday
the hand holding a medal out the window, a moth going by, half a mile an hour, hooray hooray
hooray say the roses
we wave empires on our stems, the sun moves the mouth: hooray hooray hooray
and that is why you like us.
Charles Bukowski ,Hooray say the roses
Well it’s really a good day
To see all your perfect imperfections