Forwarded from Our Side of the Story (Debbie)
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α₯αα° ααα αα°αα½α α¨ααααα αα α₯αα²α°αα½α ααα±αα΅::
α΅ααΆα»α½αα αα΅α°ααα΅ α°α΅α ααα¨α₯α αααα αα₯αα΅α α αα°αα α₯αΊ?
α΅ααΆα»α½αα αα΅α°ααα΅ α°α΅α ααα¨α₯α αααα αα₯αα΅α α αα°αα α₯αΊ?
Forwarded from Are Ya Winning Surafel (Surafel Yimam)
"Had you in my shirt pocket,
RIght next to where I kept my" Marlboros
Close to my heart
So you can bask in its pulsing sorrows
RIght next to where I kept my" Marlboros
Close to my heart
So you can bask in its pulsing sorrows
Forwarded from Wild (july)
There are people I wanted so much before I had them that the entire experience of having them was grief for my old hunger
- Sarah Manguso, 300 Arguments
- Sarah Manguso, 300 Arguments
Forwarded from The Bored Therapist
α¨α°α αα₯ α αα΅ α₯αα© α₯αα°α°α°α α¨ αα°αα« αα°α°α°α α¨α α΅ α α
α£α« α₯αα°ααα΅α
α©αα² ααα’ ααα α₯α¨αα£ αααα₯α α΅ αα½ααα’ α΅α©α¨α΅ α¨αααα α¨α΅ααα ααα α°α αα
α αααα αααα αα½ααα’ α αα¨α¨α»α αα α₯αα± α²αα± α΅αα ααα°α α¨αααα ααα’ αα ααα α¨α°α ααα½α? ααα ααα΅ ααα’ αα€α α α αα»αα½ α΅α΅ααα
αα’ αα αα α α¨α°α ααα½α? αα₯ α₯α α₯αα³αααα΅ ααα αα α¨αααα½? αααα΅ α΅αα©ααα±α α°ααα½?
αα α ααα¨αα½αα’ α¨ααα α¨α°α»α ααα’ α¨α©α«α΅ α¨α αα ααα’ α°α΅ α¨αα ααα°α ααα’ α¨ααα³α΅ αααα΅α’ α¨ααα³αα αααα΅α’ αα΅α αα α ααΊ αα°αα ααα α΅αα₯α«αα½ α αα°α? αα°αΆ α α α α°α½αα΅ αα΅αα α₯α«α°α₯α½ α₯αα³ααα αα΅α₯ α αα°α?
@boredtherapist
αα α ααα¨αα½αα’ α¨ααα α¨α°α»α ααα’ α¨α©α«α΅ α¨α αα ααα’ α°α΅ α¨αα ααα°α ααα’ α¨ααα³α΅ αααα΅α’ α¨ααα³αα αααα΅α’ αα΅α αα α ααΊ αα°αα ααα α΅αα₯α«αα½ α αα°α? αα°αΆ α α α α°α½αα΅ αα΅αα α₯α«α°α₯α½ α₯αα³ααα αα΅α₯ α αα°α?
@boredtherapist
Forwarded from Are Ya Winning Surafel (Surafel Yimam)
I didn't like myself, and I imagined people wouldn't like me too. So I strived to change the things I thought I could change. I set out to be more interesting and in the process, I lost whatever it was I thought I didn't like about myself.
Forwarded from π’πΊπΌππΊππΎπ
(farahβ©οΈβ‘±)
βIf I lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour.β
β Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath
β Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath
Forwarded from 536.
βIβm walking out now into the soft light, the cooling hum of evening, and I will love you tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and still many more, so many more tomorrows.β
β Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife VΓ©ra, Letters to VΓ©ra ..
β Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife VΓ©ra, Letters to VΓ©ra ..
Forwarded from Aπ©π‘π«π¨ππ’ππ β©
"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain."
- Catherine Breillat
- Catherine Breillat
Abditoryπ€ pinned Β«"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain." - Catherine BreillatΒ»
Forwarded from The Sun & Her Flowers
His name is Duol Gatluak Chol, He is PC2 student, 2011 intake in St. Paul's Millennium Medical College. His where about has been unknown since 25/08/2014 after 2 oclock local time around Ayahulet. He was last seen wearing a black Jean's jacket. Please contact Gatluak 0937149563 with any information you think will be helpful and help find our fellow student as his family and friends are concerned and would appreciate the information.
Forwarded from Unabridged Manuscripts (H)
Isn't living the euphemism for dying?
Aren't we dying when we say we are living?
Aren't we living for the celebration-
The commemoration of our lives,
On our death day?
Isn't death the coronation of life?
Isnβt life a souvenir for death?
For the sake of remembrance when we depart?
Isnβt life the irony of death?
We think we are living,
When we are actually dying!
#inquiry
@zworldinsidemyhead
Aren't we dying when we say we are living?
Aren't we living for the celebration-
The commemoration of our lives,
On our death day?
Isn't death the coronation of life?
Isnβt life a souvenir for death?
For the sake of remembrance when we depart?
Isnβt life the irony of death?
We think we are living,
When we are actually dying!
#inquiry
@zworldinsidemyhead