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'even though we've had our own fallouts and differences, i still fuck.. with you.'

thedvrkmike

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Tokyo fish market, 1964

Ph. Brian Brake

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localstarboy

Robin Me?

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I hate when I go to the bathroom to juul and my freak coworkers get quiet and wait for me to leave like

Make some noise so I can get my fix and get out

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justthishumanheart

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99

justthishumanheart

In the circus tent of a hurricane designed by a drunken god my extravagant heart blows up again in a rampage of champagne-colored rain and the fragments whir like a weather vane while the angels all applaud. Daring as death and debonair I invade my lion’s den; a rose of jeopardy flames in my hair yet I flourish my whip with a fatal flair defending my perilous wounds with a chair while the gnawings of love begin. Mocking as Mephistopheles, eclipsed by magician’s disguise, my demon of doom tilts on a trapeze, winged rabbits revolving about his knees, only to vanish with devilish ease in a smoke that sears my eyes.

— Sylvia Plath, Circus in Three Rings