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[weltenwellen]

“I feel more inner fatigue than will fit in me. And there’s nothing I want, nothing I prefer, nothing to flee.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[sacredstem]

my podcast in my head

[sacredstem]

so true bestie

[amouthfulloflove]

Carnal Acts, Nancy Mairs

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[neverneverland]

“I had only one desire: to leave, to walk, to die, whatever. I wanted to get away, never come back, disappear, melt away into the forest, the clouds, no longer have memories, forget, forget.”

— Ágota Kristóf, Yesterday

[ernestoesquer]

[janasojka]

Sea Landscape.

[soothenerves]

find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her

[atreides]

“I feel humiliated, inadequate. So much of what one thinks, imagines, is false. How carefully one must compare it with reality, retouch it. But I get tired, so deeply tired. I crave peace, a choice, a simplification. Which one? Whatever I choose seems to demand a sacrifice I cannot make.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[weltenwellen]

E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

[zudoku-c]

“Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.”

— Charles Bukowski (via qvotable)

[dumbcrushsuggestions]

Due to personal reasons I will be loving you with my whole heart

[let-be-the-love]

@punqalow im saying

[girlgroupinsta]

200716 / miyayeah: 😛😝😜🤪

[zudoku-c]

“Then darkness rolled up again, the darkness that is primeval but not eternal, and yeilds to its own painful dawn.”

— E. M. Forster, Maurice

[luthienne]

“I feel the distance between myself and others. I guard that distance.”

— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[mothcub]

[heartshop]

Keith Haring, Journals

[anxietyproblem]