written under moonlight

❄kanishka🥀

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And in the end, trauma scared me enough to not find happiness anywhere.

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Why do I want more than life is willing to give?

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I don't have to close my eyes to dream

[whoarei]

she guessed my favorite color first try..

but between me and u……. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now. 

[yruos]

“that is the problem. if she wanted to dance i would let her wreck the furniture. if she wanted to cook i would let her burn down the house. and if she wanted to scream i would let her deafen me. I’ve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.”

[toyourlover]

Holy fuck

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There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.

- Excerpt from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

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"i suppose you do love me, in your way,” i said to him one night close to dawn when we lay on the narrow bed.

“and how else should i love you —in your way?” he asked. i am still thinking about that.

- excerpt from plainwater by anne carson

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Persephone by Tamino

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do not stand at my grave and weep

i am not there. I do not sleep.

i am a thousand winds that blow.

i am the diamond glints on snow.

i am the sunlight on ripened grain.

i am the gentle autumn rain.

when you awaken in the morning’s hush

i am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight.

i am the soft stars that shine at night.

do not stand at my grave and cry;

i am not there. I did not die.

- Mary Elizabeth Frye

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I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.

          - Excerpt from The Kindly Ones by Neil Gaiman

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