pure grey

rivers rise and rise again

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I love the privacy of rain,

Helen Dunmore, from Inside The Wave: Poems; “Privacy of Rain,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[baterfly]

Swallow’s Nest Castle, Ukraine by Grigory Gusev

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Emotions outlive us

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It'sa tie between my heart & all the doubt

[kylebonallo]

Scotland, by Kyle Bonallo (Instagram)

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I do not love, I exhale and  instill a vertigo.

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I am perhaps losing my mind but not myself. Myself stems in every inch of sweat

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-stones, skin, monuments, solitude, silence. All these things came to me, rift me from you, I cannot travel outside of my mind, that is the monstrosity of now. I cannot change my face. I walk in a room and the thud of the voice, the clatter of my nervous legs, I cannot reach you with this soul that stenches and climaxes without understading how and why this deep, perpetual sorrow goes on. But show them a shadow of hands and they will see blackness, all blackness and razors. Gregor Samsa loved a woman. 

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[donamen]

Léon Bonvin

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I reach a commonplace in my dreams where hell happens. A lot.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

…but her eyes were constantly overflowing.

Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by John Linton, from a journal enrty featured in “The Journal of my Other Self,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Loneliness is the inability to speak with another in one’s private language.

Yiyun Li, Dear Friend, From my Life I Write to You in Your Life (via winterlief)

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the tides have shifted and I stare at the empty sky

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The nude blood Wanting