cleverfurystranger

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When noone is her but she is also not her anymore.

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Marcel Proust, from The Complete Short Stories; “Pleasures and Regrets,”

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“you and I are perfect for eachother, never believe anything else”

Their love interest makes me believe that Dark is nothing less than a beautiful opera. In the series finale episode which begins with Martha following Jonas into the mouth of the cave, standing there and realizing that her decision will result in the erasure of her existence, and ends with this scene, is perhaps the most beautiful sequence in all of television history. It just takes your breath away and leaves you emotionally spend. A postmodern greek tragedy with epic proportions.

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I hope this app never gets mainstream I wanna keep this low-key😭

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“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.”

— George Carlin

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Little things to feel more angelic 

Use vanilla-scented perfume and lotions.

Dainty golden jewellery.

Thrift for cute and pretty decor items.

Wear light make-up with glittery eye shadow and rosy cheeks.

Buy lovely flowers for your room.

Speak with kindness.

Strive for meaningful conversations.

Moisturize for soft skin.

Gentle and Soothing music, whatever helps you calm down.

Ribbons, pearls and delicate fabrics.

Tea with honey and coffee with cinnamon.

Go for long strolls in nature.

Shiny, plumping lip gloss.

Open your windows for fresh air.

Trim your hair, so it stays smooth and silky.

Sheer curtains for softer lighting in your room.

Loose and braided hairstyles.

Wear cosy knitted sweaters and fluffy warm socks.

Bubble baths and candles.

Buy a silk pillowcase to protect your skin and hair.

As always, please feel free to add more suggestions in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

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All I want is a house with big windows. To bathe in my dreams in the lazy afternoon sunlight. Oh the stories I could write and the plans I could make sat by those breezy bay windows. Leaving bread to cool by them and rushing to open them after a storm to breathe in the air. Cats dozing by them in the sun and wrapping ourselves up in blankets during the winter. Books piled high and plants in mismatched pots.

Oh, all I’m asking for is a house with big windows.

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last vestige

* quick!

lest the approaching flames burn & forever erase the last vestiges of written communication.

i’m sealing these scrolls inside a vial & placing them in the chamber;

should it fail, we’d only have grunts & gestures hence, if none have reference to the finer lit of the thrall.

so it seems to this relic of recording rectitude - writing, rightly on a nightly basis in these sequestered spaces

inviting any & all of fevered dreams, eroding malaised states these days to grace their pages in due phase;

firing off lasers without reloading, lines of foreboding, even goading us into a future free from retribution for folly & past fears.

a meager restitution to the millennia of being-years; exploring sensories as well as seeing inner workings of our own kind selected & reflected, my friend from the corridors of our mind…

never to be neglected again. * 5/22 - lebuc - last vestige