“They certainly seem to be fascinated with us. And I find it really sad, that we as humans, abuse that.” - Dr. Ingrid Visser (x)
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“They certainly seem to be fascinated with us. And I find it really sad, that we as humans, abuse that.” - Dr. Ingrid Visser (x)
this is the most magical thing I’ve ever seen
I'm just trying to become someone who the child inside me will not hate. I'm trying to be everything she needed and did not receive. She is so lonely still. It's not fair that she is so lonely still.
Nikita Gill
We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.
Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph (tr. by Walter Sorell & Denver Lindley), 1945
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”
Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Dorothy Scott Loos, from Selected Poems; "Ι Beseech Prometheus,"
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Mary Magdalene”
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
Federico García Lorca, from "3 Tragedies; Blood Wedding, Yerma, Bernarda Alta,"
Albert Camus, from a diary entry featured in Notebooks, 1935-1942
I am the hungriest thing you will ever meet. It’s the way my mother made me. She was hungry too, her whole life. Maybe some women are meant to be this way. Longing for something that does not exist. Forever searching, and never finding it.
is anyone else insane but its just a wednesday afternoon
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