tierriita
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I’m trying to trace myself back to the beginning. Im existential as in, the size of the world collapses in on me, but at the same time it’s beautiful to feel everything, and I’m certain life has meaning. 23
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Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”
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Or, when the weary moon was in the wane, or in the noon of interlunar night, the lady-witch in visions could not chain her spirit; but sailed forth under the light of shooting stars,
Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Witch of Atlas
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It's crazy how you have to choose to be different and then once you do it's not even over - you have to choose it again and again forever and yes one day it will feel so natural you don't even notice it anymore but there is no short cut to there, just willpower and repetition
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ordinary love is boring, i want to be eaten alive by intimacy
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Kiko Mizuhara for Heaven by Marc Jacobs “Kiko in Heaven” Zine photographed by Alexandra Leese
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Oh shittttt I forgot this was my one wild and precious life
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"Art is the fate of imagination, and imagination is the transformer of life. Art is the creator of thoughts, and thoughts are the seeds of destiny." - Terence McKenna
Fate, 1930, by Harold Forster
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I think maybe my healing is capped while I’m still living at home. At least that’s how it feels. My mind and heart are heavy every day, how can I heal like this? I fantasise about living with people who love.
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