Me: this is hamletcore
My therapist: we actually call it clinical depression
NASA
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Origami Around

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EXPECTATIONS
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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if i look back, i am lost
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Kaledo Art

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trying on a metaphor
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Show & Tell

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Me: this is hamletcore
My therapist: we actually call it clinical depression
“You, dear, star, art-breath,”
— John Berryman, from The Heart Is Strange: Poems; “Selected Sonnets,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I don’t feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
That intimate moment between you and the book you have just read the last words of, where you sit there taking in the enormity of what you have just finished.
don’t let anyone on this website call you cringe they literally have a tumblr account
Leader-Telegram, Eau Claire, Wisconsin, October 1, 1925
“Every town our hometown, every man our kinsman. Good and evil do not come from others. Pain and relief of pain come of themselves. Dying is nothing new. We do not rejoice that life is sweet nor in anger call it bitter. Our lives, however dear, follow their own course, rafts drifting in the rapids of a great river sounding and dashing over the rocks after a downpour from skies slashed by lightnings— we know this from the vision of men who see. So, we are not amazed by the great, and we do not scorn the little.”
—
Kaniyan Punkunran, Purananuru 192
(tr. A.K. Ramanujan)
I should be on a beach eating mangos.
“The back of her knee: a blessed territory, I keep my wishes there.”
— Ilya Kaminsky, from ‘Natalia’, Dancing in Odessa (via soracities)
Sessue Hayakawa and Anna May Wong in Daughter of the Dragon, 1931
Sessue Hayakawa AND Anna May Wong….TOGETHER….in the same MOVIE?! WOW. Classic.
“To begin with, let us take the following motto… Literature is Love. Now we can continue.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, Despair (via quotespile)
Meet in catacombs
𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
‘ i don’t think this is the right way ‘
‘ did you hear that ? ‘
‘ i’m telling you , this place is haunted ‘
‘ is that a dead body ? ‘
‘ i don’t think it’s a good idea to be walking these woods so late ‘
‘ this place is cursed ‘
‘ ghosts aren’t real ! ‘
‘ we have to run , now ! ‘
‘ we’re locked in ! ‘
‘ please tell me that’s you flickering the lights ‘
‘ i think the power is out ‘
‘ we’re at a graveyard late at night , what did you think was going to happen ? ‘
‘ i think i just saw something move down the hall ‘
‘ there is no way i’m staying here overnight ‘
‘ i think i just saw a ghost ! ‘
‘ do you think holy water will work on them ? ‘
‘ i saw on tv once that salt will keep them away ‘
‘ you can’t leave me here alone ! ‘
‘ luckily , i don’t get scared easily ‘
‘ that sounds like it was pulled right out of some horror movie ‘
‘ we’re going to have to stay here tonight ‘
‘ what do you mean the hotel is haunted ? ‘
‘ something really horrible must have happened here ‘
‘ did you hear that scream ? ‘
‘ get some sleep , i’ll keep watch ‘
‘ what do you mean the car won’t start ? ‘
‘ what’s better than being trapped in a haunted house when there’s a bad rain storm outside ? oh yeah , just about everything .
‘ how do you kill something that’s already dead ? ‘
‘ what do these symbols mean ? ‘
‘ you look like you just saw a ghost ‘
‘ are you alright ? ‘
Sir please thats my emotional support stack of books that i havent read
Oh you’re catholic? Name all the cats
have i got a musical for you
“…the rain is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh upon the glass and listen for reply…”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay (via hapless-hollow)