“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
— Edvard Munch

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@psychic-silence
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
— Edvard Munch
“Dreaming is a language;”
— Yves Bonnefoy, from Selected Prose & Collected Writings; “Seven Fires,”
she scares you because you don't want to feel anything and she makes you feel everything.
I’ll always remember that you saw me having a hard time and chose to make it harder.
In your 20s, you'll feel like you're losing the race. It's important to understand that there is no race.
𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆
˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚
song: "potion" by djo
Joos van Cleve, 1525
Every time I'm trying to act heartless, a quiet voice inside me whispers: "this isn't who you are."
come see why they never forget about me
“At the end of the day, you can either focus on what’s tearing you apart or what’s holding you together.”
— Unknown
“Alone, and not alone. Severed, but not adrift. There were too many lives tangled up in hers. Too many people to care about, and once again, she didn’t know whether to stay or to run”
— V. E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light
being real about everything is attractive.
The intimacy of reading someone's eyes