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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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occasionally subtle

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“All of us, at certain moments of our lives, need to take advice and to receive help from other people.”
— William May (@Willdmay) September 2, 2015
‘I’m such a big coward, all I do is hide. All of this magic is to keep everybody away. I can’t stand how scared I am.’
Howl’s Moving Castle (2004)
Nothing brings me pleasure Any more Not even my dreams This emptiness Is punishment for everything Suzanne-a the shadow side of me–has ever done. And infact the only thing that makes it so unbearable is all of the true pain, and the true memories, and the true love that I felt, and that I miss, and that I lost. You. – I feel like a Princess without her crown. By giving all my life to people who weren't me. And to parts of me that were illusionary and in pieces, I have only given to myself in matters of validation. Validation that there is more. Validation that I am still there. And I have heard me. And I remember. I know. I think I am still here. Nothing brings me pleasure. Without you. I am no longer hiding. I would not notice if my bones were on fire. Or if my heart froze like a glacier. I gave it my all. I have no possessive attitudes, I gave them all away. What is left is hatred. And that does me little good. Like a bit of oil in the bottom of a tin can. But part of me wishes.. Like a shooting star.. Hidden and quick like off and close in the sky… I wish someone would touch me with thier skin. Take the oil and touch me. Light me for there is sun under your fingers. Anyone who loves me could do it. But only some can actually light me. Light me without my permission. Light me with my permission. And I can already, almost feel your hands, slowly sliding, over my skin. As if you arent even touching me. I am feeling your spirit. That is what I need. Get rid of this fire that is left. Let your love cool - me off like no one has Ever done before!
Shooting Star by Sarah H. G. (via xlesos)
Four Feet, Wings, and Fins. Mrs. A. E. Anderson-Maskell. D. Lothrop and Company, Boston, 1878.
“So he fed her every day, and stroked and caressed her, until she would creep upon his knee, and sit upon his shoulder. In a short time she made a nest, and had sixteen little baby rats. The prisoner opened wide his eyes with astonishment — he had a few more pets than he bargained for. But the mother-rat concluded to help him out of his difficulty by devouring her children.“
I watched you leave your bike in the ocean
you let your transport rust:
“she dropped a coin in the cup a butterfly man at the gate”
It’s so embarrassing to need someone like I do you How can I explain I need you here and not here too How can I explain I need you here and not here too
me: time for sleep me: NO me: NO OF MONTREAL WNATSYOU TO NFEEL THINSGS RIGHT NWO
ME: fukc
Anyway the Pokemon franchise is the one that [interests] me the most, it’s unashamedly honest in it’s ultra consumerist agenda with its tagline ‘Gotta Catch'em All!’ - the aim is to accumulate everything just like in real life! To do so you have to buy multiple versions of the same game and then with each subsequent new game there are even more Pokemon to collect. A self-perpetuating cycle of endless choice, it’s a mini capitalist nightmare or utopia depending on where you find yourself in that system.
Michael Pybus (via imnterested)
“I believe that always, or almost always, in all childhoods and in all the lives that follow them, the mother represents madness. Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.” — Marguerite Duras