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Here are the things that do fill me: a night sky, endless and rammed with stars. The soaring of a soundtrack over a triumphal point in a film trailer, something inside me stirring like an animal. Dark roads and cosy cars, and imagining having somebody I loved enough to distract me in the front seat. Helplessness, sometimes. Anger, always.

Elisabeth Hewer, from “The Use of Tears,” Wishing for Birds (via lifeinpoetry)

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Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

Sylvia Plath  (via rabbitinthemoon-blog)

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We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.

Hermann Hesse (via quotemadness)

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We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.

Ray Bradbury (via wildandrose)

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I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via z-philosophy)

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#my social skills

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Flair gun, Gundula Blumi (because)

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“Everyone betrays everyone. In this Italy of ours.” 

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16th century ring that unfolds into an astronomical sphere

This is called an armillary sphere ring

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Adrienne Rich, from Poetry & Prose: Poems, Prose, Reviews and Criticism; “The Knight,” (x)

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Congrats to Bob Morley & Eliza Taylor on their marriage! 💍✨

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This whole blog is just a conversation I am having with myself

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I want to sleep awhile, awhile, a minute, a century.

Federico García Lorca, from ‘Gacela of the Dark Death’ (via soracities)

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Listen, I love June, but it always fucks me up, like yesterday with my father’s death anniversary, or today with my ‘anniversary’ with J. 

J is the first boy I’ve ever loved, a boy who cared about me, but didn’t want my love. He is the one who I can’t stop writing about, the one whose traits have all the important male characters in everything I’ve written. The memory of loving J is the one I cannot shake.

J is the first boy I’ve ever loved and I’m afraid he will be the last. It’s been so many years and I may not actively be in love with him anymore, but that love is still in me, dormant, but still present, in my every heartbeat, in the blood coursing through my veins. It’s been so many years and it’s not gonna happen, but if J showed on my proverbial doorstep right now, I would still throw everything for him and I would welcome him back in my life. I would always welcome him back.

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Misty Edinburgh - 6/4/19