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John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale
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wide open field hold a special place in my heart
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Petit-déjeuner complet by Marc Andreu
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“Loyalty; it’s a three-syllable word for “Hey, there. I know that you snore and kick me while you’re asleep and you hate me for leaving my clothes everywhere and how I can be a total asshole when my allergy rhinitis is acting up and how neither of us knows what we want for dinner and when we do know it’s you wanting Italian and me wanting Chinese and for fucks sake we’ve watched The Notebook for more than a hundred times already and maybe there are thousands of people out there who are much cleanly and have better tastes in movies but you’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my full moons with.””
— Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 65
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Hippolytus by Euripides | Translated by Rachel Kitzinger | The Greek Plays
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“Like the earth and moon I am covered with craters and scars. That is not something I need to be saved from.”
— Clementine von Radics (via mylittlebookofquotes)
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flores-amarillos · 6 years
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you’re on the phone with your mother again,   but in this dream, you are                                    screaming                    endlessly                                                endlessly                        endlessly. no words careen          out of your broken mouth                        just guttural,                                    wounded sound.                                                you are           ceaseless, you give                                                            no room for her to respond, but in this dream,            she doesn’t feel the need to.                                                                          in this dream,                                                                                   she understands.
— Wanda Deglane, from “Storms from Jupiter,” published in Moonchild Magazine
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there is nothing special about being born. not a thing. most  of the universe is just death, nothing more. in this universe of ours, the birth of a new life on some corner of our planet is nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash. death is a normal thing. so why live?    NAOKI URASAWA |  MONSTER
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Scary monsters, super creeps.
my affinity for making glitchy gifs continues. i can never be stopped
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