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fromdarzaitoleeza:

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Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Selected Prose; “The Double,”

libraryoflanie:

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“she realised that’s what she was. A black hole. A dying star, collapsing in on itself.”

Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

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annori:

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Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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lifeinpoetry:

Sometimes, I cry so hard I can feel it in my ribs. / I feel like the real me is backed into a corner inside me

Ama Asantewa Diaka, from “Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message,” Woman, Eat Me Whole

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feral-ballad:

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Dulce María Loynaz, from These Are Not Sweet Girls: Poetry by Latin American Women; “Time”

[Text ID: “To be as the river / fugitive and eternal: / To go, to arrive, to flow / and always be a river, fresh…”]

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kosmogrl:

maybe life is all about waking up every day and trying to learn how to appreciate the beauty of the world without allowing the ugliness of everything that has happened to me in the past to interfere with it

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starlightacademia:

“It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it’s happening.”

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derangedrhythms:

There is a Japanese word to describe the sense a person has upon meeting another person that future love between them is inevitable. This is not the same as love at first sight. For example, your smell was never unfamiliar.ALT

Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from ‘Kintsugi 金継ぎ’

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