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[liberatingreality]

You must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness.

Katy Maxwell, Girl of the Earth (via liberatingreality)

[hikikomoriio]

- hikiko @hikikomoriio

[hikikomoriio]

reeling in this obsession

tormenting daily depression

kill me when you kiss me

I am shaking so violently

abhorrent recursive memories

to feel myself receding

[hikikomoriio]

Days of deceit and

Debauchery scenes cling

On closer to me

Peeling off my skin

It’s really burning

Turning back to me,

you speak fluently

        These   

Disasters proceed

I wasn’t more than willing

I was desperately wanting

following me to sleep

The deep shaking

[anatolknotek]

»the solution« by anatol knotek

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[watchoutforintellect]

It’s hard to write you…you’re too much in my heart to put anything down.

Leonard Cohen, from a letter to Marianne Ihlen (via watchoutforintellect)

[moody-poet-deactivated20180227]

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

Sylvia Plath

I exist in two places, here and where you are.

Margaret Atwood

Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies.

David Mitchell

I’m kissing you now—across the gap of a thousand years.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

Euripides (tr. Anne Carson)

[hikikomoriio]

[hikikomoriio]

Over the years and days, it seems 

Nothing matters-- but moments between 

And answers never come easily

To wander off without a sound 

Beckoning through the walls 

Sides of an ocean and 

Breaking, the tide falls

And recedes just as the world;

You and me, we breath-- 

In the diverse flow of infinity

No creation or destruction;

The continuous use of particles  

Which make atoms, which make 

Cells which make the human body

And as it wills it breathes!

And moves and thinks and walks

Forward and falls in love and 

Breaks down again after it all 

When the cycle has finished-- 

IN THE END

[hikikomoriio]

[eyehateallofit]

“why do you paint? for exactly the same reason i breathe. that’s not an answer. there isn’t any answer. how long hasn’t there been any answer? as long as i can remember. and how long have you written? as long as i can remember. i mean poetry. so do i.”

— e.e. cummings (via visual-poetry)

[eyehateallofit]

“I want to read and write and be very quiet.”

— Martha Gellhorn (via wordsnquotes)

[hikikomoriio]

[hikikomoriio]

I had a dream

I was searching for an answer

Walking through the rain

You spoke to me so gently

That I had almost forgotten about all of my pain 

You have a certain way of walking

That lets me know you better

Fists clenched tight on the sidewalk

As we got passively wetter

And I wanted to tell you 

That you looked a little lost 

When I first met you I knew there’d 

                                   Be a cost

The Scattered pieces surrounding

Ground is littered like the night’s sky,

As you gaze through All of my design

[hikikomoriio]

Poem 24. 2

I thought I knew where I belong --

Feeling scared yet strong.

Touching my own skin; 

letting myself in--

What is this for?

Not halting anymore

I am no good for anything

Time is escaping me--

(Enter into eternity)