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archiving this blog, moving over to a fresh, clean one.
archiving this blog, moving over to a fresh, clean one.
I will literally be mid breakdown reblogging shit on tumblr it’s all a facade
i really just can’t let a crush be a crush i always have to take it too far and fantasize and create these expectations out of thin air….exhausting, truly
“You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind.”
— Venetta Octavia, excerpt of “THE BURNING”, from my upcoming chapbook, tentatively titled “Oculus” (via venettaoctavia)
I felt it when I passed you
LE QUAI DES BRUMES aka PORT OF SHADOWS (1938) directed by Marcel Carné
““What is this between us?” His throat dries out instantly and he feels like on the verge of collapse, like falling with arms open wide and it’s a horrible, indescribable, gut-wrenching feeling as if someone cuts out his entrails because he knows what this is between them, knows that it’s far too much and not nearly enough but he can’t let the words fall from his lips, can’t accept the circumstances of their situation. So he answers, “It is what it is.” It’s all he needs to say because she hums in agreement, raises her head and kisses his lips.”
— r.m | Excerpts #41 (via thephoenixwrites)
Sylvia Plath
Sue Zhao
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i feel like i’m on autopilot i genuinely don’t feel alive
*gets penalty* “that’s bullshit” *watches replay* “.. yeah okay”
This is flawless. I can’t stop watching.
he really said 😬
“I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.”
— Unknown
“my child is fine” your child was raised catholic