I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.
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@sue-gathu
I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.
Ernest Hemingway / Cat in the Rain (via bnmxfld)
me: say it— i need to hear those three words
library database: Full Text Online
me, shedding tears: i love you too
<3 <3
months on...
it's still raw
holding me back
pulling me into that very hole that I've been dangling in
damn.
I just want to get lost in my own thoughts as I walk to the other side, wind carrying my thoughts, the distance taking me further away from the tragedies
okay Hazel Grace? Okay!
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via dollpoetry)
This is sad because it’s literal personally fuck
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mi gosh how i feel everyday coz of school l.o.l
She was desperate and she was choosy at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.
Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via kushandwizdom)
Italian special force soldier after 72 hour battle in Afghanistan
School for black civil rights activists. Young girl being trained to not react to smoke blown in her face, 1960
Disability activists abandon their wheelchairs and mobility devices and crawl up the 83 stone steps of the U.S. Capitol Building demanding the passage of the American with Disability Act, March 12, 1990.
A south Korean man cries as his brother is on a train back to North Korea. Separated by the war, they have not seen the other since 1950. They were allowed to see each other for three days, but one will go back spending life in luxury, and the other in hard labour
The Mocambo night club in East Hollywood, a white’s only club, was the most popular dance spot around but would not book Ella because she was black. Marilyn, who adored Ella Fitzgerald and her music, called the manager and demanded that they book Ella immediately
Portrait of Istvan Reiner, taken shortly before he was killed in Auschwitz
Werfel, a 6 year old orphan from Austria has just been given his first pair of new shoes by the American Red Cross,1946.
The last Jew of Vinnitsa
Until the mid-60s, the Aboriginals came under the Flora And Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aboriginal meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.
Here’s a link to 75 iconic pictures of the 21st century
I hope you guys learned and teared up from this as much as I did.
Thats another problem. We all think we got so much fucking time. We ain’t got no goddam time. We ain’t got no goddam time at all.
Axl Rose (via story-dj)
Arbitrament
Hi,
I know it's been a while...
It's taken a fair shake of time to revamp after a love story so tragic. And I still don't have a perfect resolution, but I have chosen to not wait for perfection for it shall surpass me in my lifetime. I have had time to recollect and reawaken, time to abhor 'us'(you) and time to attempt to consign to oblivion the forlorn chronicles of a "romance" so ill-fated.
I reckoned though that I cannot continue steeping in the sphere of deep lamentations so I started a quest through time, looking back, summoning recollections, deploring, unraveling in distress, tormented in heartbreak till I finally(a work in progress still , though the greater part I suppose has been conquered).... till finally I conceptualized the depth of the grief and its counter.
It was in this transit that I realized a near-infinite grasp of myself, and for that I am truly and greatly indebted to you. Did you see it too all along? The passion, depth, intensity, naivety, dauntlessness, allegiance, entrancement endowed in us? Even after the acridity of a shattered indulgence, the mettle to conciliate and refashion an alliance of good will was still immersed and invested, till indubitably dispositions of qualms, woes, detestation, abhorrence,lust and insecurity once more closed in.
The hankering incline to retain a sense of contact that once hovered, drifted into an a quondam. It's rather tragic that forgiveness didn't drift in instead neither did forgetting.
In discern, the intent off scripting this seems absurdly aimless, but.... I hope you fathom if not now but in due time, what it all presupposes.
Obliged, Sue.
My dad just saw my report card and started yelling at me because there was an F on it, but it actually was F for female as in gender
I fucking loved you, I did.
Six word story, Jamilex Castillo (via takemeback-)