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“A dream is a poem the body writes. Even if we lie to ourselves in the day, the body is compelled to speak its truth at night.”

— Sandra Cisneros, from Caramelo  (Alfred A. Knopf, 2002)

[annabellehectorworldofweird]

[subconsciousphenomena-blog]

Erwin Blumenfeld, Wet Silk, 1937.

[approvers]

[manofprose]

[loserslol]

“I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance.”

Vincent van Gogh

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[metamorphesque]

Stephen Abel Sinding, To Mennesker (Two Lovers)

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[theinvincable]

[flowerytale]

Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

[korunak]

her yerde kendine doğru kıvrılmak

[mfjrr]

[depression-took-over-my-liiife]

[devrimsigarasi-deactivated20210]

[moradadabeleza]

BethBridget

⁛portrait.the morning after⁛

♪ nico

[yazamayan-yazar]

“Ruhunu yitirmiş bu çağın vebası, düşünememek değil, hissedememektir..”

~Dostoyevski~