belles-lettres

to one who survived, to another who didn't

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Sensations by Sweetback

Sweetback  15 Oct 1996 

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Jennis Li Cheng Tien

[she-melaninmonroe]

The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.

Suicide’s Note, Langston Hughes (via onewritersheart)

[she-melaninmonroe]

Four nights before Tyler Clementi jumped from the George Washington Bridge I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town calculating exactly what I had to swallow to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down. What I know about living is that the pain just isn’t ours. Every time I hurt, I know that wound is an echo, so I keep listening for that moment when the grief becomes a window where I can see what I couldn’t see before.

(via onewritersheart)

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Glass Animals - Cocoa Hooves 

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Nmls - Rainlude from Chopin Rearranged 

[loveyourchaos]

This is the feeling of fear seeping back into who I am.

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There is no light at the end of the tunnel, only a pack of matches handed down from one generation to the next. Humanity does not have a long fuse and this generation holds the last match

JonArno Lawson, Bad News, in The Noon Whistle, 1996 

Pilgrim, Timothy Findley 

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This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief

Rumi (via lucifelle)

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re-sil-ience    [ri-zil-yuhns, -zil-ee-uhns] 

noun

1.    the power or ability to return to the original form,  position, etc., after being bent, compressed,  or stretched; elasticity.

2.     ability to recover readily from illness,  depression, adversity, or the like; buoyancy.

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I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible

Tomaz Salamun (via so-treu)

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Blonde Redhead Melody of a Certain Damaged Lemons  20 Jan 2004  

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Funki Porcini - Going Down

[uglypnis]

I fell for her like a suicide from a bridge

Neil Gaiman, M Is for Magic (via left-nut)

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There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic

The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield. (via wastedmayhem)