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MASTERLIST for now
Wounds of the Earth
— by xis.lanyx
Because never in my entire childhood did I feel like a child. I felt like a person all along – the same person that I am today.” — Orson Scott Card
My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness
Virginia Woolf
I never wish to be easily defined
Franz Kafka
Can you make me a twilight type of moodboard? No people, just scenery. Please and thank you 🙏 🥺
thank you for the request!! ♥︎♥︎
Twilight is such a pretty movie, I’d like to live in that rainy small town for awhile.
James Patrick March
I’m dead, dear. Not stupid.
December 28, 1922
Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell and Her Private Journal
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— George R.R. Martin
Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
— Franz Kafka, via luciferifilia.
Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire days sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. 'The devil made me do it.' I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them.
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4. (via. luciferifilia).
