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Sometimes I think I have felt everything I'm ever gonna feel, and from here on out I'm not gonna feel anything new... just... lesser versions of what I've already felt.

[solitaire0]

„მე გავარღვიე შენი მარტოსულობის სუდარა, ზედ ჯოჯოხეთის კარიბჭესთან გტაცე ხელი და კვლავ სიცოცხლისაკენ შემოგაბრუნე“.

[theallart]

Marcin Cienski, Do Not Talk About It

[solitaire0]

მზეს შევნატროდით და ისიც

გაბრწყინდა სასაფლაოზე,

დისკო-გადახრით აენთო

წყვდიადით მოცულ ქაოსზე.

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უსასოობა, სიკვდილი

ნადგურდება და იხრწნება,

სადაც კი შენი დიადი

ბორბალი ამობრწყინდება.

შორს ჩვენგან, ღამის წყვდიადო,

შორს, შორს, ბურუსო გრძნეულო,

თვალის ამხვევად შექმნილო

და ბორკილებად ქცეულო.

https://youtu.be/ef-4Bv5Ng0w

[solitaire0]

"I don’t want to fall in love anymore, I feel like I’m constantly repeating myself; telling people my favorite songs, showing them my favorite movies and TV shows, my favorite colour, places I like to visit, just everything. And I’m tired of repeating myself, I don’t have the energy anymore. I want someone who already knows that a particular song is my favorite because it makes me cry happy tears, I want someone who knows that this movie is my favorite, because one of my earliest memories was watching it as a kid, when we were still a family. I don’t want to give people parts of me only for them to become a stranger again, It’s not fair. I’m tired."

[solitaire0]

[solitaire0]

Distorted angels

[solitaire0]

Can you see this pain in my eyes?

[solitaire0]

[solitaire0]

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/if-you-forget-me-by-pablo-neruda

[solitaire0]

“The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace. Suicide? No, too vulgar. But you can refuse to move, refuse to talk, so that you don't have to lie. You can shut yourself in. Then you needn't play any parts or make wrong gestures. Or so you thought. But reality is diabolical.”

[solitaire0]

[solitaire0]

[solitaire0]

I'm losing my mind again. Again...

[theartidote]

“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.” —@NeilHimself #ThingsThatMakeYouGoHmm ⁣ ⁣ artwork by @flavio.greco.paglia https://www.instagram.com/p/B1eSK6fIIYi/?igshid=1ilwlhf9x4kyn

[solitaire0]

I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.

[solitaire0]

I acted, so to speak, with pride - i spoke almost silently. And i'm master of speaking silently - all my life i've spoken silently and i've lived through entire tragedies in silence. Oh, and i too have been unhappy! I one, no one knows it! I was cast aside by everyone, cast aside and forgotten, and no one, no one knows.

[solitaire0]

Maybe i am fated to always be alone, Tsukuru found himself thinking. People came to him, but in the end they always left. They came, seeking something, but either they couldn't find it, or were unhappy with what they found (or else they were dissapointed or angry), and then they left. One day, without warning, they vanished, with no explanation, no word of farewell. Like a silent hatchet had sliced the ties between them, ties through which warm blood still flowed, along with a quiet pulse.

There must be something in him, something fundamental, that disenchanted people. I basically have nothing to offer to others. If you think about it, i don't even have anything to offer myself.