"You do not know to what extent I guard myself, and my feelings, It is strange how you get truth from me."
A literare passion: Letters of Anaรฏs Nin to Henry Miller | 1932 - 1953
A literare passion: Letters of Anaรฏs Nin to Henry Miller | 1932 - 1953
Forwarded from ููุทูุฑูุฉ (UGLY.)
I mean how long will you be carrying the ghosts of your past? Hah!?
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He wouldn't like to lay his head on my chest, my irregular heartbeats will keep on bothering him
Q / what's an existential crisis?
a period of inner conflict during which a person is distraught over questions about identity, meaning, and purpose
a period of inner conflict during which a person is distraught over questions about identity, meaning, and purpose
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Forwarded from ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ฎ)
You must admit that every time you think about it, you feel a terrifying pain in your chest creeping to your heart
When I try to talk you're always playing board games
I wish I had monopoly over your mind
I wish I didn't care all the time
I wish I had monopoly over your mind
I wish I didn't care all the time
The great thing is that I forget to confess my love
My close circle is a bunch of busy people
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You'd make a great philosopher
But you're libyan and philosophy won't pay your rent
But you're libyan and philosophy won't pay your rent