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johnykeatsy · 4 years
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But the lows…
The lows are like I’m invisible and still waiting to deserve love.
Your silence is punishing me. You wield the only power you have, and I don’t know why I thought I could get more out of you?
Maybe it’s about control. A way to dominate. I don’t know, but it hurts.
P.D.
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Dead Poets Society (1989)
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johnykeatsy · 4 years
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live life like an oscar wilde character and fling yourself dramatically on to the nearest sofa or chair
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johnykeatsy · 5 years
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🔥🔥🔥💔
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‘My love my own one be happy  –’
from Mary Shelley’s earliest surviving letter to Percy Shelley, London, 25 Oct 1814
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Harry Styles for Rolling Stone magazine. Photographed by Ryan McGinley.
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johnykeatsy · 5 years
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“All her grace was in her vagueness. Her voice was soft, her manner languid, her features blurred and dreamy;”
— Donna Tartt, from The Little Friend (via paper-fairy)
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johnykeatsy · 5 years
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in the mood to join a cult of women dedicated to artemis or aphrodite or hecate, walk through the woods bare breasted in divine ecstasy, recite sappho under the stars, drink libations and pretend honey is ambrosia ~
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johnykeatsy · 5 years
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🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻
I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.
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johnykeatsy · 5 years
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“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
— William Wordsworth
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some vintage book covers for you…….
tag yourself i’m A Fashionable Sufferer
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johnykeatsy · 5 years
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“Why did you, June, June, So suddenly Arrive at noon In the midst of July?”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems; “The Agnostic,”
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Cronaca di un amore (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1950)
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johnykeatsy · 5 years
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“You teach me now how cruel you’ve been- cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you, they’ll damn you. You loved me- then what right had you to leave me?”
— Heathcliff to Catherine in Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë (via fluencylevelfrench)
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johnykeatsy · 5 years
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“As fast as I can tell there are only two emotions that keep the world spinning year after year…One is fear. The other is desire.”
— Deborah Harkness, A Discovery of Witches
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johnykeatsy · 5 years
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«It's because they don't make you work hard for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think they've earned, and you accept the love you think you're entitled to. Let me tell you something. Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you. Our skies don't become gray out of nowhere. Our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take over for no reason. A heart does not turn cold unless it's been treated with coldness for a while.»
Najwa Zebian— The Nectar of Pain
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