Just a place for me to face the dark corridors of my mind.
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Autumn Vibes:
Quiet cafés | old libraries | misty mornings | walks down rain soaked roads | candles burning | cozy blankets | dark academia
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rainydazemesseduphaze · 6 years ago
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rainydazemesseduphaze · 7 years ago
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Bisexual pastel space moodboard for anon (mod Andromeda)
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La naturaleza efímera de la vida 
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rainydazemesseduphaze · 7 years ago
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“When I first saw you, I thought you were like a creature who’d lived all its life among pearls and old bones.”
— Virginia Woolf, from The Voyage Out
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rainydazemesseduphaze · 8 years ago
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I’m happy the universe allowed you to stop by…
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rainydazemesseduphaze · 8 years ago
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I get jealous really easily but not like an angry vengeful jealous more like a really sad lonely jealous because everybody likes everybody more than they like me and I really really don’t blame them. 
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rainydazemesseduphaze · 8 years ago
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Oh, sing to me of loss
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Foggy Days
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rainydazemesseduphaze · 8 years ago
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Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, ‘I know this feeling. I was here before
Don Delillo (via thepersonalwords)
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When I went abroad for a time, I thought it would help me. And it did. I came back new. Fresh. Dare I say, happy. But now that I'm home, I feel numb. Numb to the pain of a death long expected but no less terrible to behold. It is all I see, hear, smell when I close my eyes. The contrast of white, wispy hair against the blue of his skin. The agonized screams and violent sobbing of my grandmother assault my ears. The rank stench of illness and diarrhea burns my nose and turns my stomach. Yet I am only numb, and not sad. The body that lay on the floor was merely a corpse. It was not my grandfather. My Opa. He was gone. He was dead. He is free.
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