malfunctioning-adult
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A conversation between me and the world • 03-20-16
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malfunctioning-adult · 4 years ago
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malfunctioning-adult · 4 years ago
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Don’t live for the weekends. Don’t write off things you’re unsure of. Don’t mistake comfort for love. Don’t mistake attention for love. And most importantly, don’t believe anyone who says they don’t have time to see you, because there’s no such thing as being too busy for something you care about.
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malfunctioning-adult · 4 years ago
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It’s all about who you want to eat pizza with at 2am.
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malfunctioning-adult · 4 years ago
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No one can be pure light all the time, for we also have darkness inside.
e.v.e.
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malfunctioning-adult · 4 years ago
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malfunctioning-adult · 4 years ago
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prigione-di-lacrime Roberto ferri
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malfunctioning-adult · 4 years ago
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My whole life consists of secretly loving people and them not noticing
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malfunctioning-adult · 4 years ago
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“Desires too possess a certain smell: some of flesh, some of soul.”
A. T. S. ©
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malfunctioning-adult · 4 years ago
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Pretty things easily get chosen---
You let me rot.
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malfunctioning-adult · 5 years ago
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There is simply a different feeling in living when you finally find the one that you would die for.
J.c.A
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malfunctioning-adult · 5 years ago
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for once, the goddess—
is nameless, she has a
form, drizzling hair, she
puts moths in lantern: i
put the moon between
my teeth, when she whi-
spers her spells, pistac-
hio-green, ink shoulder—
i ate from her plate; sky
aflame, her vestal hand.
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malfunctioning-adult · 5 years ago
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“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
— Franz Kafka (via quotemadness)
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malfunctioning-adult · 5 years ago
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malfunctioning-adult · 5 years ago
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I feel like this is my calling. To die. This body, I feel like it's not really my own. I'm just borrowing it until it can once more be with the dust.
- cb
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malfunctioning-adult · 5 years ago
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pondering
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malfunctioning-adult · 5 years ago
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I wonder if anyone has ever written about me
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malfunctioning-adult · 5 years ago
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“It is an art of the most exquisite kind to touch someone’s soul before touching their skin.”
— a.y.
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