I Am Nothing In My Soul If Not Obsessive

Fresh out of fucks forever

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I was crazy

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untitled may draft

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You will be okay

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anyone when they see theo walking his gayass dog:

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Florence and the Machine, from Various Storms & Saints

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In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person's soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.

Donna Tartt, Chatelaine Interview (2013)

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Untitled (Spring opens me up like a ripe fig), Dante Émile

[text ID: Spring opens me up like a ripe fig. Honey-drizzled autopsy leaving behind selfish drops of dew. Every March the maple leaves & the feeling I will never find a place to set my bones down. Mistaking saints for lovers, lovers for saints, counting coins next to old poets’ holy beds. I lace up my boots & begin the snow-covered pilgrimage of writing all of this down. They tell me when the ice melts this place won’t feel half as lonely. Old & new friends will come to greet you at the door of the new season as long as you make it that long. A family of deer make their way across the white virgin field & I start to weep, the trees open up their arms & shake off the remnants of their eternal nap. How many beautiful secrets does winter hide, how many graceful lives lie covered by its cold dark hand. Heart in my fist & backpack full of the wrong words I board the plane back home with the promise of a summer that doesn’t end with my name etched in stone. The world keeps ending & welcoming me, ending & welcoming me, & who am I to not hold onto that. /end ID]

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Last 6 months of being a teenage girl 😫😫🤯🤯😞😞😬😪🤧

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Blue eye shadow ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧

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On the Lasting Power of Art

Ovid, Tristia III.7.45-52 See – although I lack my fatherland, and you, And my home, and what could be taken from me’s been stolen, Nevertheless I keep company with my genius, I enjoy it – Caesar could have no power over this. Let whoever wishes end this life of mine With savage sword – though I’m dead, my fame will survive, And while Mars’ Rome, victorious, shall look on the whole world, Conquered, from its hills, I shall be read.

En ego, cum caream patria uobisque domoque,      raptaque sint, adimi quae potuere mihi, ingenio tamen ipse meo comitorque fruorque:      Caesar in hoc potuit iuris habere nihil. Quilibet hanc saeuo uitam mihi finiat ense,      me tamen extincto fama superstes erit, dumque suis uictrix omnem de montibus orbem      prospiciet domitum Martia Roma, legar.

Ovid among the Scythians, Eugène Delacroix, 1859

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He told me he couldn’t fall in love

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I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid

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it's always "hey" never "cubitum eamus"

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When being pretty isn’t enough

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