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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Surrounded by books you will never feel the sour taste of loneliness.
poetry-siir ©
*They’ll never catch him
Seoul by Hajin Bae
I could have laughed with you forever, though the moon it seems had other plans. So instead, I walk beside her through endless nights, sharing stories only we remember.
The Moon it Seems (via mikefrawley)
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I don't have a dream job. I want to be a fairy and sleep in a tulip
No one deserves depression and unhappiness. Evgeny Lushpin Fine Art
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
[text ID: We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.]
Shameless and callous I love you.
Out of indifference I love you.
sometimes do you ever just want to
woah dude..... your hurt sound is vaguely sexual..... im trying to kill you but im. im getting a bit flustered