I wait and ache.

~   Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos)
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pigmenting:

Ruslan Khasanov

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I thought leaving you would be easy,
just walking out the door
but I keep getting pinned against it
with my legs around your waist and it’s like
my lips want you like my lungs want air,
it’s just what they where born to do so
I am sitting at work thinking of you
cutting vegetables in my kitchen
your hair in my shower drain
your fingers on my spine in the morning
while we listen to Muddy Waters, I know
you will never be the one I call home
but the way you talk about poems
like marxists talk of revolution
it makes me want to keep trying.
I’m still looking for reasons to love you.
I’m still looking for proof you love me.

~   Clementine von Radics (via la-douleur-exquise)
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I never felt open in any way. I would never impulsively ring people and assume that they’d want to see me, or just go ‘round. I always had to sit down and think very hard before I knocked on anybody’s door. And consequently, I never really knocked.

~   Morrissey (via forlornes)
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vega-ofthe-lyre: from Blood and Beauty by Sarah Dunant
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I’d woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

~   The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa (via delicateswans)
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fuckyeahexistentialism:

Andrei Tarkovsky’s “STALKER” (1979)

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The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

~   Achilles (Troy)
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ephium: more than you know by stealinghearts on Flickr.
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