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When will I stop belonging to this hungry thing inside me?

Clementine von Radics, “The Spring Everything Grew Wild and the Rain Came Down Like Punishment,” Mouthful of Forevers (via wordsnquotes)

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Neutral Milk Hotel – Oh Comely

Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath, Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left.

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Poem for Nobody / Charles Bukowski

an apprehension for reality, the death of the flower, the collapse of hope, the crush of wasted years, the nightmare faces, the mad armies attacking for no reason at all and/or old shoes abandoned in old corners like half-forgotten voices that once said love but did not mean love. see the face in the mirror? the mirror in the wall? the wall in the house? the house in the street? now always the wrong voice on the telephone and/or the hungry mouse with beautiful eyes which now lives in your brain. the angry, the empty, the lonely, the tricked. we are all museums of fear. there are as many killers as flies as we dream of giant sea turtles with strange words carved into their hard backs and no place for the knife to go in. Cain was Able, ask him. give us this day our daily dread. the only solace left to us is to hide alone in the middle of night in some deserted place. with each morning less than zero, humanity is a hammer to the brain, our lives a bouquet of blood, you can watch this fool still with his harmonica playing elegiac tunes while slouching toward Nirvana without expectation or grace.

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Ophelia in the water, heart soaked through. Completely sodden. Heart leaking all over the place. Ophelia in the water, flowers floating all around her. Flowers in her hair. Her hair floating all around her. Ophelia in the water, finally breathing again.

R. Wright; Ophelia (via hecatese)