Thoughts from my notes
Why do I get the urge to cut my hair?
Because I want change and this the easiest and fastest way of doing it? Or somebody I like has short hair? Or somebody plants this idea in me? Am I capable of something that deep?
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Thoughts from my notes
Why do I get the urge to cut my hair?
Because I want change and this the easiest and fastest way of doing it? Or somebody I like has short hair? Or somebody plants this idea in me? Am I capable of something that deep?
"There's plenty to do tonight that we can be mortified about tomorrow "
-Lorelai Gilmore
Found this random filter which translates to "sleeps on a horse rockstar"
How cool of a name for a rockband!¿?
She thinks you love the beach
Ur such a damnn liar
Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!
- Emily Dickinson
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And if drinking alcohol is wrong, I don't want to be right.
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"Does such a thing as fatal flaw, that showy dark crack running down the middle of life, exist outside literature?"
I used to think it didn't.
Now I think it does.
And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.
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Another year has gone and I still wear sweatshirts and desperation.
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I loved, I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.
- Shakespeare sonnet 31 🤺
I would happily take the raven as my famaliar. 🧛♀️
For my soul's salvation.
Hisoka and illumi
My very own art
The madder the character, the more I fall for them