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"It's the men with torn clothes who are well dressed with conscience."
- theabstracttragedy
What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day
Ok I found it it's called "the lesson of the moth by archy" and it's by Don Marquis
An old favorite. (And the incident with the moth in The Door into Fire is a nod toward this, though not an obvious one.)
It always amuses me to imagine a mortal going against a God with everything he's got to fight for what he holds so dear.
These hands won't get tired of writing down about the chaos you caused in my mind, but on cheat days, let them unhook your bra.
I don't feel like myself, I am happy.
I yearn to fall in ruins on one winter afternoon with the sun shining with tranquility in my most beautiful attire for the nights are sacred to me and I dare not taint it with my blood.
-abstracttragedy
"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day."
– Vincent Van Gogh
Don't kill yourself,
don't soak your lungs in mud,
don't smoke it away,
pen it down and inspire the world.
To define her with abstract adjectives is a different kind of intimacy.
Her eyes are not the colour of the ocean but they hold the depth greater than the oceans.
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Death has to be dressed up in a suit to take me.
"Even the most annoying chores, most rotten smells, most disturbing songs or most hideous jokes will amuse you if they remind you of home"
"Even the most annoying chores, most rotten smells, most disturbing songs or most hideous jokes will amuse you if they remind you of home"
I want to read and write and live tragedies. I love tragedy.
For a heart to pity, it doesn't have to beat.
I too love winters but with this fragile body struggling with even trivial cold, I doubt I am going to survive through it.