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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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if i look back, i am lost
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Richard in secret history is so funny being like “Judy poovey is such a shallow vapid stupid druggie for doing coke in a Burger King parking lot. Unlike me, I’m intellectual and deep and mysterious and also doing coke in a Burger King parking lot”
It is simple, sometimes. The sun is warming up my heart. We say - "you know what? I'll go with you". This is such a simple, small desire we carry in our bodies in tiny patchwork art: just come with me. I have a whole world to see, but it is better to see it with somebody.
Berlin: Cinema Gloria, Kurfürstendamm 1927.
i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god
my heart's full to the brim w the joy of loving btw. i'll die one day but also i won't. on account of the love.
something so intimate about handmade stuff, handmade bread, handmade presents, or handwritten letters, in general intimacy and tenderness are stored in hands, in holding hands and playing with each other's fingers, warming each other's hands...
(Yannis Ritsos)
I have a tongue and will use it for divine purposes
Eating a girl out
[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]
ill never win an idgaf war love disarms me completely and im bleeding out
*covered in blood & in visible distress* i just need to write a list
Leonard Cohen to Marianne Ihlen (edited).
"and to hell with all the glories of loneliness."
oh no, universe, please. don't let me want things again, i can't withstand it. something in me is undulating, restless. i have so many beautiful things and beautiful friends and all my needs are met. and still, this ache - when i get back and go to bed, she stirs in me again. not quite, she says, keep looking. you're not home yet.
the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
when i got home after the new years celebrations last night, i took off my boots and found this pin stuck in the bottom of one of them,, a good sign for the new year perhaps ? :-)
