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[apoemaday]

Self-Pity

by D.H. Lawrence

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

[romanticnihilists]

You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense by Charles Bukowski

[hodoronctroncuri]

[elesq]

[sonyatrap]

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[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

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To S.M.

2010.Paris

[hodoronctroncuri]

[liviafalcaru]

[thoughtcatalog]

You are a miracle. You are a miracle that happened to someone else.

You are a story in a book I’ll never be able to read.

You are the idea of a vacation in another solar system. Gorgeous, adventurous erotically enigmatic and infinitely impossible.

You are a wavelength I’ll never be able to decipher, a sound frequency I’m unequipped to hear.

You are the anticipation of a Christmas that will never come; an Easter that is only a dream.

You are the ninth circle. You are Lazarus, a light towards which flowers blossom even in winter.

You are intricate, outside of language, and beautiful. The space outside of space.

You are a miraculous implosion of pearls, a millon glints of heaven raining down upon the Earth; this Caribbean isle on the peak of Everest. A paradise — I’ll never enter.

You are a miracle. You are a miracle that happened to someone else. A shooting star that went by on a night that by fate or by chance; I missed.

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com)

[nevver]

Try to forget

[rafgraphics]

“The starving moon” Collage by Raf Cruz

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[norashelley]

“I don’t know a lot about anything, but I know a little about practically everything”

[estera-lazowska]

Mask by A.T. Velazco on Flickr.

[magictransistor]

Lobsang Rompa. The Third Eye. 1968.