elio

following the seeds to my destiny. ig@elixirofentropy

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Lowk i would shoot myself rn

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"fuck it we ball" with tears in my eyes and shaky hands

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I hope you'd see me someday.

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I can feel the soil beneath me slipping away, like you let go of me before my feet had found a foundation in your eroding mind. I can feel it before you've packed your bags, and I can feel it in everything you say and do as I still hang on to every letter, like I always did.

Now I can taste the abandonment before it has poisoned me yet again. Sometimes I hope to be forgotten. Sometimes I yearn to be loved without this aftertaste of abandonment that keeps seeping back into my mouth like it was yesterday.

I can feel you leaving before the winter, like a bird trying to find better skies, yet I hope, for years to come.

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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

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is there no way out of my mind

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will i ever be okay.

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I love it when i study neurology and get the hannibal references.

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Anton Chekhov, from a letter to Olga Knipper-Chekhova featured in The Selected Letters of Anton Chekhov

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all my magnolias wither, as I, under your gaze.

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who am i without this anticipatory grief consuming my withery soul

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guys say hi to lord niklouse