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[forlornpariahs]

“𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦?”

— 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘢 ‪

[the-kittenpaws]

Old spread. ^^

[dan8gomes]

I find it so soothing to work with craft paper and let the bits of paper do their thing. Makes journaling so much more of an experience, even if it turns out nothing like you expected :) Have a lovely week, guys! . . . . #collageartwork #papercollageart #papercollective #mixedmediajournals #mixedmediajournalartandpoetry #mixedmediatherapy #therapeuticjournaling #therapeuticart #artheals #arthealing #paperartmagazine #paperartwork #collagejournal #journalinspirations #botanicalartwork #journalartist #journalarts #nightskypainting #doodlediaries #doodlejournaling #workingwithpassion #craftdesign #craftday #craftjournals #colorfuljournaling #weeklyjournal #weekendvibes #illustratedbyhand #illustrationdoodle #danettegomesart (at Mumbai, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/CG2hZv8Aw0n/?igshid=l1msifbq3fb2

[forlornpariahs]

november never feels real to me

every year I live a dream

[forlornpariahs]

// Francisco de Zubaran // Taylor Swift- my tears ricochet // Adrien Ghenie // Mitski- I Want You // The Roses of Heliogabalus // Ocean Vuong // Feminine stereotypes - Romina Bassu // Lucy Dacus- Night Shift

[forlornpariahs]

"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥,"

—

[forlornpariahs]

My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids.

And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.

- @i-writethisforme

[forlornpariahs]

In my dream, I apologize to everyone I meet. Instead of introducing myself, I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize.

In real life, oddly enough, when I am fully awake and out and about, if I catch someone’s eye, I quickly look away. Perhaps this too is a form of apology. Perhaps this is the form apologies take in real life.

— Claudia Rankine, "Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric"