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chromaticabrasions

sorry for being a hater i want to be a lover but everything pisses me off

astriloquum

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

feral-ballad

Everything is still. I lie still at the center of the hunger that is actually grief,

Anne de Marcken, from It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over

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“Come and kiss me and let’s forget.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace

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lunamonchtuna

— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” (1967) (via lunamonchtuna)

letsbelonelytogetherr

“The present moment is lost to me as I am distracted by an ongoing analysis of my own actions and the reactions of those around me.”

My chronic illnesses have stolen my life from me. My heart creaks under so much weight. I grieve the many lives I could have led. The versions of myself I'll never be. I feel like my body is nothing more than a funnel which lets slip out my hopes and dreams.

filmaticbby

Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright

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The little girl’s sense of secrecy that developed at prepuberty only grows in importance. She closes herself up in fierce solitude: she refuses to reveal to those around her the hidden self that she considers to be her real self and that is in fact an imaginary character: she plays at being a dancer like Tolstoy’s Natasha, or a saint like Marie Leneru, or simply the singular wonder that is herself. There is still an enormous difference between this heroine and the objective face that her parents and friends recognize in her. She is also convinced that she is misunderstood: her relationship with herself becomes even more passionate: she becomes intoxicated with her isolation, feels different, superior, exceptional: she promises that the future will take revenge on the mediocrity of her present life. From this narrow and petty existence she escapes by dreams.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex