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Introvert | Music | Art | Dark Stuff | Some Other Stuff | Probably Cats |

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[dreamwinner999]

[89words]

“I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.”

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun 

[berkeleygirl3]

[death--by--photo]

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[itsoofluffy]

[89words]

“A wild longing for strong emotions seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life.”

— Hermann Hesse, from Steppenwolf  (1927)

[89words]

“Ah! My darling love. Is it possible that in some time you will be in front of me, against me! I feel dizzy when I think about it and all the fears of the world are gripping my heart. Forgive me. Catch me. But love me hard, hard. There isn’t a little piece of me that isn’t entirely yours. I’ll answer the rest of your letter tonight. I love you. I am waiting for you patiently and impatiently at once. Take care of yourself. Get some rest. I love you. I believe in you. Forgive me for fearing life and its weariness. I love you and I kiss you so much.”

— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 14-15, 1950 [#131]

[89words]

“I am just very grateful, you know, to be in a world where storms have clouds, thorns have roses, and my feelings have you.”

— Juansen Dizon

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[death--by--photo]

There is grace in the way the sinews of your ribcage contain this heart of yours.This magic thing in your chest that defies science in how many times it breaks and brings itself back to life again.

Nakita Gill

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[goddess-of-dichotomies]

“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”

— Rumi  (via 90377)

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

“Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so.”

Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

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When I needed a hand I found a paw...