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palinoic-poet · 3 months ago
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RIP Sylvia Plath, you would've loved Sofia Isella
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palinoic-poet · 5 months ago
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I've got the sweetest boyfriend, guys 😚❤️ (it will look exactly like that)
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to our future home @palinoic-poet <3
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palinoic-poet · 10 months ago
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I'm actually never gonna recover, I've been grieving
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This is not actually Maeve but Spencer's subconscious- which indicates that he wants her to say those things- which indicates he wants her to hold him at least once.
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palinoic-poet · 10 months ago
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why does it feel morally wrong to spend all day in bed or at home. like i do it often but the whole time im wracked with guilt. it's literally not hurting anybody
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palinoic-poet · 10 months ago
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All day every day
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what studying literature feels like
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palinoic-poet · 10 months ago
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ALL OF US STRANGERS (2023) dir. Andrew Haigh
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palinoic-poet · 10 months ago
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The Holdovers (2023)
Dir. Alexander Payne
Language: English
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palinoic-poet · 11 months ago
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Why are new beginnings always so hard? All over your life you were waiting for that perfect moment and when it is actually at the corner, it feels so scary. Why does my heartbeat increase, stomach clenches and feel so difficult to breathe. Yes, it is a new beginning, but what about the old places, what about the people I am leaving behind? Those people, I love them, how can I leave them? I know it'll soon be normal, soon be fine, but why do I feel so lost. It's a new beginning, it doesn't have to be this hard.or does it?
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palinoic-poet · 11 months ago
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richard papen's fatal flaw is a morbid longing for the picturesque, and mine is math
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palinoic-poet · 1 year ago
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palinoic-poet · 1 year ago
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palinoic-poet · 1 year ago
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And I don't know if it's a flaw or if it's endearing, but I feel unreasonably, heart-wrenchingly sad whenever someone I've grown a liking for has to leave.
I know that people must come and go, both the good and the bad, and some persons are only meant to stay with us for a short while - but that's unfair.
Because I've realised how beautiful humans can be. It's like as soon as I left school and the group of potential people I could meet grew exponentially larger, I realised how many different forms of 'being' there can be. I can meet any of them and the only thing in my way is myself.
Humans with their interests and contradicting personalities; their imperfections on their skin and their quirks; their simplicity and complexity, along with their gentleness and rage.
We are a collage of our experiences and I wish I could experience those pieces of life within each person I find intriguing - but some are only meant to stay with us for a short while and that's unfair.
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palinoic-poet · 1 year ago
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palinoic-poet · 1 year ago
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She's just so me
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palinoic-poet · 1 year ago
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I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
~ The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
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palinoic-poet · 1 year ago
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palinoic-poet · 1 year ago
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Werner Krauss in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari, 1920).
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