January 2012
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“I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires...”
– Anaïs Nin (via hypnobate)
kuragehime:
i have this weird self esteem problem where i hate myself yet i still think i’m better than everyone else
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I watch this darkness within me bubble and stew in acid words unsaid.
Detachment: I am worlds away. I could trace the laughing lines on your face but I am worlds away.
Panic: breath stolen, chest folded into and into and into myself; this happens four times — silence; fear left unquenched for the next implosion.
I am galaxies away.
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Remember when we were kids and all we cared for was truth?
Dear God I’d rather be a fool. Take away this hopeless sensitivity. Take away this need to be kind to everybody.
Treacherous thoughts:
“You don’t know what they’ve been through. You don’t know the pain they’ve felt. What if they’re just having a bad day? You don’t know. Be kind. Be...
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“Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure...”
– William Gibson (via sabino)
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I hate nights like these, when there are so many thoughts in my head that I can’t form a coherent sentence to describe them.
Read, watch old movies, make up pretty phrases, paint, listen to music — in my bed — my ideal life.
Life should be easy but too many pesky adjectives get in the way.
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I slept for an eternity in the sky and woke up to find that all was the same.
eat illness sleep on glass thorns dirt hat lime shirt blurred line
salmonella on a plate dancing urns fat buggers smiles plastered on handshakes the true meaning of christmas
Rubber Soul empty dreams drink cold blood pink puke green soup hate, hate, hate
Home tastes of milo and fresh-made butter cookies.
Won’t be posting for three days, I’ll be back in the year of the dragon.
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“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
– e.e. cummings (via billowy)
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(3) The Pythia’s Mother
a stranger lain on the bed seeing me with old eyes white weathered layer stretched tight over dying bones. I knew her once a long while ago when our thoughts roamed the same island our seeds sown on the same mortal road —
mine: plucked from a shallow womb, sweetness turned by serpents; I am the stranger beside the bed seeing her with old eyes my skin a...
Motivation strike me quick and interrupt my doing nothing (my nothing-doing?).
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Her silences were punctuated by sighs. Her heart weeped liquid gold, pity me pity me.
How resilient we are! How courageous in the face of doom! But I am stuck, dear sir. Stuck feet-first in forest ground, earthy poison coiling around my ankles; dead oak as far as the eye can see. Knock the breath out of my chest, will ya? Surprise me, shock me. Slip me from these blood-soaked shoes. I have...
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“Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with...”
– “Child,” Sylvia Plath
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My thoughts lie in a heap on the floor. You say you know, you understand me, but I want to pin your eyelids to the ceiling and tell you that you don’t, you don’t, you don’t. I can feel my mind shrinking every day; piece by piece disappearing, devoured by the darkness that lives between my temples and inhabits the space where my sanity used to be. Persuade me out of misery: I...
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“Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And...”
– Haruki Murakami (via fornicating)
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“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...”
– Ray Bradbury (via hypnobate)
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“I find myself regarding existence as though from beyond the tomb, from another...”
– Henri Frédéric (via hypnobate)
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Today I woke up forgetting where and who I was.
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“I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of...”
– From Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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“Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.”
– Sylvia Plath, Ariel: The Restored Edition (via naked-eye)
“There are always moments when one feels empty and estranged. Such moments are...”
– Nisargadatta Maharaj (via nirvikalpasamadhi)
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“Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? … Well,...”
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via human-voices)
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my words, stilted, wooden
lives and lives settling beneath my eyelids, and i can only center on mine, a metal tin infinity polished with lard, tarnished by dirt and fake leather shreds.
pause. reflect.
beneath the lid, lining the sides, drifting in darkness — fleshy ruin, bloody ruin: cracked fingernails cracked skull spilling the unsaid cracked lips cracked bones heavy knees...
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“To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a...”
– Pi Patel, Life of Pi (via ccabs)
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