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ALTARS | LAURIE BETH ZUCKERMAN - http://www.reneeruin.com/2014/12/altars-laurie-beth-zuckerman.html
Send 'College' and I'll generate a number 1-57 and create a college-verse starter.
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Family Nest (Családi tüzfészek 1979) dir. Béla Tarr
Motel Hell || Blake & Norman
The motel had its own brand of nighttime: eerie and dead quiet except for the faint hum of the neon motel sign. Some would call it lonely, isolated, unbearable, but Norman called it home.
'Called' it home, although, on most days, it felt like a prison; no bars, only windows flanked by lace curtains. No guards, only Mother watching and waiting like a sentry. And tonight was one of those occasions where he was painfully aware of his confinement, how inescapable his situation was.
The faint, low hum eventually blended into the background noise until it was barely audible unless he focused. It was nicer out here. Only endless desert and fresh air, something he desperately needed he supposed.
Two pinpoints of light sped in the distance following the contours of the highway. Car headlights and that meant a guest. Norman's posture tightened, and his expression softened into something cordial.
((ok so I owe: reddeadnurse (REALLY SORRY I ALWAYS LEAVE U HANGING) and alittleimpulsive
((omg finally back after a long long hiatus.
((i procrastinated so hard that i washed the dishes, put them away, vacuumed my room, and then cleaned the counters))
((hiatus until the end of finals.
lmao it's either i stop eating bc of the stress or i binge eat. i guess it's binge eating this time bc i've been eating brownies and drinking twenty cups of tea since this morning.
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The only stars I reach for Are the ones in your eyes You’re my everything You’re the air in my lungs, the light in my eyes I love you, Mother, I love you I’d say I’d kill for you But I already have Do you know what they call us? The Oedipus complex: when a son loves his mother A little too much But I give Oedipus a run for his money I love you more than anyone else
Oh, Oedipus
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Some adult people live alone and carry on their lives like they’re fine; they put up a Christmas tree for themselves and make themselves coffee for one in the morning. I wake up and reach for the empty side of the bed. I wake up and feel lonely before I’ve put my feet on the floor. When I was younger, I trained myself to never be okay without another person, and I’m wondering if that’ll mean I never get to be ok.
Rebeka Anne, I built myself as a home for two but I still live here alone. (via anneisrestless)