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Wed, 16th of April
❝ I understand, all right. The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace. Suicide? No, too vulgar. But you can refuse to move, refuse to talk, so that you don’t have to lie. You can shut yourself in. Then you needn’t play any parts or make wrong gestures. Or so you thought. But reality is diabolical. Your hiding place isn’t watertight. Life trickles in from the outside, and you’re forced to react. No one asks if it is true or false, if you’re genuine or just a sham. Such things matter only in the theatre, and hardly there either. I understand why you don’t speak, why you don’t move, why you’ve created a part for yourself out of apathy. I understand. I admire. You should go on with this part until it is played out, until it loses interest for you. Then you can leave it, just as you’ve left your other parts one by one. ❞
—   Persona (1966) dir. Ingmar Bergman (via fleurstains)   —
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Wed, 16th of April

Wolfgang Amadeus

is such a great album

Tue, 15th of April

Call it.

Just call it a day, just-
The windows are half-way open
You are undraped. You have been for a while.
For all the eyes. But they would not see.

Maybe you were too gentle
In the way you scribbled yourself away
Never said too much, always a half embrace
And they will never see
Until they do,
And you are draped again,
And you have called it a day.

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Tue, 15th of April
❝ At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon. ❞
—   F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise  (via kayleyhyde)   —
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Mon, 14th of April

me earlier in front of my Psychometrics exam

Sun, 13th of April

you didn’t.

ee-something:

you didn’t catch me
looking.

you caught me
trying to catch you
looking.

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Sun, 13th of April

ee-something:

a shift into
morning,
a drifting 
of street
shine,
and this
is the sound
of sifting

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Sun, 13th of April

http://lizletsgo.tumblr.com/post/82645353557/i-love-you-honest-blue-denim-getting-frayed-from

lizletsgo:

I love you honest,
blue denim getting frayed
from too much wear
and the white growing gray
around the pockets

I love you honest,
scuffed shoes from careless feet
that have seen more cities
than my eyes have seen sleep
in proper hours

I love you honest,
sundress drying in the wind
on the tree…

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Sun, 13th of April

Nice things to whisper when hugging someone

damonssalvatoree:

yogurtville:

-you smell different when you’re awake
-please help me (then smile as if nothing happened)
-soon
-you have lovely skin, I can’t wait to wear it
-your hair tastes like strawberries
-tonight….you.
-he knows, don’t go home.
-I always knew you would die in my arms
-every time I poop I think of you
-no one will ever believe you
-yessssssssssssss
-I killed mufasa
-I bet you didn’t feel me lick your ear
-mother told me it would be like this

-hail hydra

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Sun, 13th of April

On the day I decided to wear my Hijab, a girl asked me how I was planning to go club while covered up like that

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Sun, 13th of April

That blank space is me overthinking it.

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Sat, 12th of April

Give me a dagger in a pretty box
no instructions, no recommandations
I want to make a decision
And the tea’s never hot enough.
I need a little something stronger.
Make me feel for something warm, simply,
Only warm
Make me feel for something uncut,
Subtleties and shades of frozen water,
And show me the stakes are there.

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Fri, 11th of April
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Thu, 10th of April

I am sugar-trapped

Wed, 9th of April

You will taste the bitterness, grown onto me
A ruthless tyrant I have embraced
Who’s hymn I now chant with ardor.
I have echoed. I am fully felt.

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