it must suck to do an assassination and have everyone cheering you on and hyping you up cuz you can’t tell anyone you did it. you have to keep that information to yourself.
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it must suck to do an assassination and have everyone cheering you on and hyping you up cuz you can’t tell anyone you did it. you have to keep that information to yourself.
I’m always a slut for genuine connection with beautiful memories.
I know the price of my poems.
I’m sorry for them, that’s all.
But the glory of the verse of others
I experience as betrayal.
Through digressions, repetitions,
Without colours and almost without words,
One single vision,
Like the moon through the clouds.
Now it shows, now it’s gone,
Now it fogs up slightly
And sheds quiet light
And brings inevitable reconciliation
With the tongue’s helplessness.
Georgy Adamovich
Translated by Maria Rubins
(Twentieth-Century Russian Poetry: Reinventing the Canon)
My goal is to read through and memorize Mohmoud Darwish love poems and recite then to the lover I will cherish for the rest of my days. Have yet to meet her though. I’ve been told love comes when you least expect it, and no to seek it out.
I am rotting to grow. I am rotting to transform. I am rotting to bloom into something greener than emeralds and brighter than the sun.
It’s wasn’t dating if she never bought you cake.
No, I’m running from nothing. I’m terrified of nothing. People come up to me, they want my autograph, they want my picture. They think they recognize something in me, and I want to be that person they think I am, but I’m not. They see a greatness in me, and they mistake it for goodness, but I know there’s nothing there. As fast as I run, I can’t get away from that.
Bojack Horseman, S1E12
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reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like
Laughing on the Outside-Bernadette Carroll
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