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sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.
“But I remember you before you became a story.”
— MARIE HOWE, from “Gretel, from a Sudden Clearing.”
the catharsis of logging onto this blue website to reblog pretty photos in a mindless flurry is literally unmatched
her name was Rose
home sweet home
“We love shadows of our hidden selves in others.”
— Anaïs Nin, from “The Four-Chambered Heart,” originally published c. 1950
I believe in her
i think spending years on tumblr surrounded by the most critically unhinged minds on earth has impacted me in ways i dont even want to acknowledge. but on the plus side its all really funny
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Why do you do it? Why do you fly off in the box with him? The truth, please, just this once.
me trying to flirt: we can have anxiety together
I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important
“But the heart in his breast began to grieve, it ached like an open wound.”
— Anna Akhmatova, from Selected Poems; Anno Domini. Trans. D.M. Thomas. (via 89words)
do you like spirits, mommy? even fuzzy ones?
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