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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@nimoncross
monks with cats!
growing up a girl letting people do things to you for years and years and years means your anger will turn biblical. anger that is incoherent unidentifiable inconsolable
i know palestine will be free in my lifetime. i know palestine will be free in my lifetime. i know i will see the day palestine is free and i will see her shake the dust of occupation from her heels. i know the old people and children of her history will return to their ancestral homes, their houses, their valleys, their olive groves, not to to set their roots down again because their roots have always been there, will always be there, but to grow again, bear fruit for harvest, and never be cut down again. i know palestine will be free. i grieve for palestine and dream of palestinian joy.
شادي کوچکی می خواهم آن قدر کوچک که کسی نخواهد از من بگیرد
— via honeyandelixir
I either feel things so deeply they paralyse me or I just can’t seem to feel a damn thing
"You will be forgotten as if you've never existed."
“I was nearly pathologically afraid of abandonment and so I’d repeatedly picked people who were absolutely incapable of giving me what I needed, to ensure I was never really at risk of substantial loss.”
— Olivia Laing, the acclaimed author of The Lonely City, on loneliness, marrying the poet Ian Patterson and the challenge of intimacy
beneath the shifting layers of my being's design, lies the child i once was
sunday
PS22 Chrous performing Joga by Björk, 2009
Björk (2000) Ph. Warwick Saint
that’s between me and my delusions
Unemployed people are like im late for four o clock blanket time
I genuinely think it's too late for things to turn better for me. I feel like a lost cause
Jana Sterbak: Sisyphus Sport (1997)