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You have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy.

Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (via quotespile)

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Oh love, I am still dancing with you, to a nauseating excess. My feet bleed. My heart stops and stops. And you have sent a thousand daggers into this dark fold. But, my love, although you may be a cruel - a diabolical ghost, I am confined to you. And dying of it.

Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

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Faye Wong mini calendar from her album “Lovers & Strangers”. 1999.

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Where can I pocket this loathsome mood? It rises like fire. It surges, like the sun.

Helaena Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

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“You display yourself like you are ready to descend - deep into the arms of that thing that will destroy you. Darling, we all want love - but maybe your dance wouldn’t be so spectacular, if you knew that love was a little like dying.”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

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“Open up your house - I have been waiting to love you for more days than I can hold. Swim away with me. Forget that death is coming. Forget the agony of breathing. Lean into my soul. Make believe that we are whole, again.”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

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“The longing for Paradise is man’s longing not to be man.”

— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via quotespile)

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“When we think of haunted spaces, we think of structures or defined areas with clear borders. Can the sea be haunted? How does a ghost inhabit that which has no borders, something formless that ebbs and flows?”

- Leila Taylor, American Gothic.