it's a mystery system

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[de-morte]

“I was a cold star and so I was left in the darkest parts of heavens to shine brightly.”

— Channing M

[jamie-merry]

A fun little ghost animation

[cutesychristmas-deactivated2020]

♡

[yexiu]

no one plays me. no one gets into my head unless i let them. and i rarely let them.

[balletroyale]

Renata Shakirova and Philipp Stepin in The Sleeping Beauty (Mariinsky Ballet)

[knifeofvenus]

“I never wanted a quiet, sensible sort of love. I wanted to be devoured.”

— Beau Taplin, “The Devouring” (via thelovejournals)

[trytogethappy]

the humanity of the AIDS crisis: the ward by gideon mendel

colorized by me

[batteredgirlautobiography-deact]

“Grief is a circular staircase. I have lost you.”

— from “The Five Stages of Grief” by Linda Pastan, in The Five Stages of Grief (via cgcpoems)

[camellia-lavender]

Grief is like glitter; No matter how much you try and tidy it up you’re never going to get rid of it all. You’re always going to find bits of it.

- George Shelley, George Shelley: learning to grieve

[hiddenshores]

“You hold an absence

at your center,

as if it were a life.”

— Richard Brostoff, from “Grief”

[fuckyeah-pixels]

[jaimelannistre-archived]

You’ve got to. Come on. It can’t end like this. You and me, all the things we’ve done. Axons. Remember the Axons? And the Daleks. We’re the only two left, there’s no one else.

[veneficasum]

HOW TO DISAPPEAR COMPLETELY AND NEVER BE FOUND : an illustrated guide

[stickerfae]

[bulkbinbox]

kristin-lee moolman

[buttonpoetry]

“You know nothing of love until you watch someone go hungry for you. Even then, what do you know of hunger?”

— Dave Harris, from Patricide 

[xshayarsha]

“In ordinary life we are immortal, we think about death, but it doesn’t gnaw at us, it is down there, for later, it is weak, forgettable. But as soon as I love, death is there, it camps out right in the middle of my body, in daylight, getting mixed up with my food, dispatching from the far-off future its prophetic presence, taking the bread out of my mouth.”

— Hélène Cixous, from Stigmata; Love of the Wolf.