The last row of chairs
Under the star filled sky
A winter evening
There was a song playing too
The lyrics were something about a person always waiting at a place
My lip stain on your straw
The taste of strawberry shake on our lips
And it was just us again a few summers back
We lived our song
Strawberries and cigarettes will always taste like you
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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}
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I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them
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You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
Ernest Hemingway
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Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
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a girl of fear, a woman of anger— look how we've grown
girls contain multitudes, heather o'neill / king, florence + the machine / The Affront (L'affronto), by Antonio Piatti / In the Dream House, Carmen Maria Machado / this pin / cassandra, florence + the machine / What If This Were Enough?: Essays by Heather Havrilesky) / crush, richard siken / the closest thing i could find was this soundcloud link / a womans beauty, susan sontag / a vision of fiammetta, dante gabriel rossetti / stop me, natalia kills / fury, yevgeny yevtushenko
everyone say god bless you to @pe4rl-diver for the sources
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The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.
Juliette Lewis
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idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that
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