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Ari Marcopoulos, Andy Warhol, 1981 (2008)
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Prisoners (2013) dir. Denis Villeneuve
âEventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.â
â Robert Brault
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I am thinkingâtalkingâin images. I donât know how to write them down. Every feeling is physical.
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via luthienne)
Please donât expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Sylvia Plath (via naturaekos)
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The only meaningful thing we can offer one another is love. Not advice, not questions about our choices, not suggestions for the future, just love.
Glennon Melton, Carry On, Warrior (via goodreadss)
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I donât think people understand how stressful it is to explain whatâs going on in your head when you donât even understand it yourself.
Sara Quin (via wordsnquotes)
To have war, you must first create the illusion of separation, otherwise people might realize that we are killing ourselves.
No one can balance me emotionally except you â no one else can make my heavy end of the seesaw come up into position.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman c. January 1951 (via violentwavesofemotion)