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The Serpent’s Fall.
I know he Sauntered Vaguely Downwards but... ANGST 💕🔥
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People come and go and forget to close the door And leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor And when they do Remember me,,
 Remember me*
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“These things arrived from my grandmother’s they make me think about where I fit in this odd geometry of time. This mirror is a sort of rectangle although they say mirrors are just water specified”,
• Francesca Woodman.
“Some Disordered Interior Geometries”, Synapse Press, 1981
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Para cien historias muertas quedan, sin embargo, una o dos historias vivas.
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Since I was born I started to decay
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Sometimes it's fated, We Disintegrate it, For fear of growing old, Sometimes it's fated. We Assassinate it, For fear of growing old.
This picture. P
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no debes exponerte a que te influencie ni tan siquiera tu propia sombra.
Oliverio .GÂ
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EscrĂşpulo
Me parece que vivo,
que estoy entre los ruidos,
que miro las paredes,
que estas manos son mĂas,
pero quizás me engañe
y paredes y manos
sĂłlo sean recuerdosÂ
de una vida pasada.Â
He dicho “me parece”.
Yo no aseguro nada.
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Across the pathless sands
Through jungle, blind I run
No guide taken in hand
And no idea where to turn
No sanctuary found
I tear myself in two
I pray for scarlet fields to save me
Whole and white and pure
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I dream of lost desires
Fingers run through fur
I drive myself insane
The rain cascades onto the dirt
And In the throes of love
Where the shadows burst In flames
I cast myself abandoned
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**society nightmare**
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He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness.
touchmysoul (via itwasntmedear)
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