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why isnt everybody crazy like why arent we all grabbing eachother and rambling about god and shrieking and bleeding and crying

metamorphesque

september, 2023

weltenwellen

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Dark Interval: Letters on Loss, Grief, and Transformation

konoko

do ppl still love unconditionally and endlessly or is that not cool anymore

anxeious

monsterhighdyke

Deep End // a buddie edit

#hi #911 abc has taken over my life btw

funeral

The little girl’s sense of secrecy that developed at prepuberty only grows in importance. She closes herself up in fierce solitude: she refuses to reveal to those around her the hidden self that she considers to be her real self and that is in fact an imaginary character: she plays at being a dancer like Tolstoy’s Natasha, or a saint like Marie Leneru, or simply the singular wonder that is herself. There is still an enormous difference between this heroine and the objective face that her parents and friends recognize in her. She is also convinced that she is misunderstood: her relationship with herself becomes even more passionate: she becomes intoxicated with her isolation, feels different, superior, exceptional: she promises that the future will take revenge on the mediocrity of her present life. From this narrow and petty existence she escapes by dreams.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex

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having a quiet life is so.. underrated. i don’t mean it in the sense that people who’re open and loud and busy aren’t important, but when our culture has significantly put so much emphasis on the definition of success as fame, extraordinary accomplishments, greatness and importance and excessive wealth, i think there is so much power to be found in our own anonymity. in the silence of life. in not being constantly perceived, analyzed and performing for the world. in being able to take a walk, smile at strangers and just notice the world without all that noise. taking the biggest pleasure out of the smallest joys, like a cup of coffee or blowing out birthday candles. knowing that our lives don’t have to be a grand spectacle for others in order to have worth and cause a good impact.

pierppasolini

Peanuts (December 31, 1966) by Charles M. Schulz

walkinthefairygarden

queensinchains

CRIMSON PEAK (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro

#btw #in case you forgot

horroredits

May (2002)

#all men do is lie!!!!!!!

witchhalliwell

Do you recognize that person? Yeah, she looks vaguely familiar. Kind of like a sister that we used to have. What was her name? Pipper? Pippy? No. Whatever happened to her? I don’t know. She fell in lust with the next-door neighbor, started spending all of her time there. That’s because she could. For the first time in months, her life was nice and calm and normal.

#my girls <3 #its so weird finding charmed gifsets because in my head im the only person in the world who watch it