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ljubile su ga
neke nepoznate djevojke,
a ja tu nisam
mogla niĆĄta
- paranoja // klara
moj stav
trebao ti âœá”ËĄá”Êłá”⟠je
biti puno bitniji
od bilo kojeg
njenog skidanja
- ali ti ipak nisi volio kada ĆŸena ima svoje miĆĄljenje
do we have to Endure it tomorrow too?
we have to Endure it today
In another universe, you survived.
In another universe, a part of me didnât die with you.
Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness
L. V., excerpts from a past life
This was her punishment for questioning the world as it was, instead of swallowing it blind like an obedient child taking her medicine.
â Elaine Hsieh Chou, Disorientation
â Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends (via lunamonchtuna)
AnaĂŻs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. January 1933, featured in A Literate Passion
Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.
k.b. // unknown
No amount of time with you was ever enough.
Kapka Kassabova, from Someone Elseâs Life; âHow to survive in the desertâ
I hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child and fell asleep on the couch during a family party. I hope you can hear the laughter from the next room.
L. V., excerpts from a past life
heavenspeared, from "The starving moon dims and dies"
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