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Vincent Van Gogh «White Roses» (1890)
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William Miller - Ruined Polaroids
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals
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What Mo(u)rning Feels Like, Houston Cofield
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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
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“The moon shines in the midst of the sky; the immeasurable vault of heaven seems to have expanded to infinity; the earth is bathed in silver light; the air is warm, voluptuous, and redolent of innumerable sweet scents. Divine night!”
— Nikolai Gogol, Diary of a Madman - Part II: The Village Madman (trans. Claud Field)
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“One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.”
— Paulo Coelho
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“Poetry, surely, is a crisis, perhaps the only actionable one we can call our own.”
— J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction
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“I would split open my heart with a knife, place you within and seal my wound, that you might dwell there and never inhabit another …”
— Ibn Hazm (Córdoba, 994–Niebla, 1064),  from “My Heart”,
Translated from the Arabic by Ammiel Alcalay in: “Poems for the Millenium. Book of North African Literature”, edited by Pierre Joris and Habib Tengour
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“It's funny how you miss me more than you could ever love me, how you couldn't give me everything and now you want it from me.”
— Funny, Zedd & Jasmine Thompson
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“And love is when someone who even knows your scars, stays to kiss them.”
— Benjamin Griss (via thoughtkick)
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*elegantly makes a fuckboy face*😏
Are you available?
No sold out
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IM SO PISSED OFF THAT WE DONT HAVE BALLS ANY MORE I WANT TO WEAR A HUGE DRESS AND BE COURTED AND DANCE AROUND AND HAVE MY GOWN SWEEP THE FLOOR AND BE ALL ELEGANT AND GRACEFUL WITH GLOVES AND SHIT BUT NO WE HAVE DUMB HOUSE PARTIES WITH CHEAP BEER AND RED CUPS AND HORNY TEENAGE BOYS WHO PUT THEIR HANDS UP MY SHIRT 
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““Hearts are disgusting little things,” she said. “But I would eat yours, straight from your ribcage.”
— — Sakka-san, ‘you are the blood on my lips’
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I think of you so often and unintentionally, it’s as natural as breathing at this point
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the most beautiful words in the english language
ineffable — indescribable, unspeakable
eudaemonia — the state of consummate happiness
sumptuous — extremely costly, luxurious, magnificent
nadir — the lowest point (of something abstract)
lassitude —tiredness, lack of energy
scintilla — a spark or a trace of something
aurora — the dawn
quintessential — perfectly typical or representative of a particular kind of person or thing
renaissance — revival
bodacious — remarkable, admirable
ebullience — the quality of excitement and enthusiasm
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i can’t believe people expect me to do anything in my life except reading books, listening to music and crying at every little inconvenience
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