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“Где же вы, мои друзья? С кем мечтали, с кем хотели? Не теряется никогда - оставаться в теме. Деньги замотали всех, деньги заменили воздух. И люди рядом, но уже не те, Так знай, что никогда не поздно. Иди на дым костра в полной луне, Тем глухим местам, шорох теней. И будут там твои друзья, радостный смех, Обними меня, пламенный свет! Эй!”

— Макс Корж

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schwierigephase

“Be confident. Too many days are wasted comparing ourselves to others, wishing to be something we aren’t. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. It is only when you accept everything you are, and aren’t, that you will truly succeed.”

— Unknown (via perfectquote)

cr333st

What language are you fluent in?

silence

superstonedd

“Yeah, my new friends are cool, but the longer i’m with them the more that I realize that they’re just not you, and they never will be”

——you should be here

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“I took you for a friend and you held my trust like a child / holds a heavy vase or a large, ornate cake / in small arms the best it can.”

— Molly Kirschner, from “Love Poem #21,” Notes for Further Research (Anaphora Literary Press, 2017)

tbfhprincess

“I was so afraid of hurting their feelings that I forgot that they could hurt mine too. And now that they have, I wonder if I’ve truly been alone all this time—I’ve just been too blind to see it.”

— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

minuty

“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps but other people emphasize my loneliness.”

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schwierigephase

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

— Jack Kerouac (via perfectquote)

schwierigephase

“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”

— Pablo Picasso (via thoughtkick)

meanwhilepoetry

“Sometimes I think of you, Medusa. Inside your temple, mournful, surrounded by a hundred stone statues. The men who came to kill you and never left were named lost heroes, warriors, demigods whilst you were called monster, gorgon, terror. (Because the stories were always written by men) But this was never a story about a monster. It was always about a woman burned for a Sea God’s sin, a pawn in an ancient game the fates would never let her win. You did not desecrate that which is sacred, it was him. (But your story was always written by men) You begged him not to visit you, you pleaded with every God. But the Gods turned away when you needed them. You did not want to be remembered this way. And then one day, whilst you slept, a son of Zeus came. And killed you before you could even look his way. (And he too was named hero because the stories were always written by men) Someone once said, words cut deeper than a knife. That history is told by the victors. That he who tells the story is the one who controls the world. Women did not get to write your story, Medusa. Because if we did, a very different tale would be told. (And in our tale, you would not be Monster. But Priestess. Goddess. A maiden who once had a heart of gold.)”

— Nikita Gill, Excerpt from Maidens, Myths and Monsters

fox-poet

твоя жизнь удалась, посмотри ты одет, сыт и любим возвращаешься где-то к семи и на кухне с тобой говорим ну а дальше сам понимаешь выполняю любой твой приказ пообещай что ты не играешь и что я твой последний раз ты проснешься упав на пол то был сон и глаза слепит свет женский голос зовет за стол но меня в твоем доме нет

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RARE HISTORIC PHOTOS WE MIGHT HAVEN’T YET SEEN

An Exotic Dancer Demonstrates That Her Underwear Was Too Large To Have Exposed Herself, After Undercover Police Officers Arrested Her In Florida

Dorothy Counts – The First Black Girl To Attend An All-White School In The United States – Being Teased And Taunted By Her White Male Peers At Charlotte’s Harry Harding High School, 1957