Today I found out you already have a girlfriend.


I think I can finally let you go now.

phlegathon:

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i loved you and now you’re gone

1. nicole homer 2. kate mcgahan 3. panic! at the disco; the calendar 4. @ojibwa 5. 朱一龙, 郎朗 Zhu Yilong ft. Lang Lang; 叛逆者 Pan Ni Zhe 6. louise bourgeois

memoryslandscape:

“An emptiness so vast I can’t tell if I am in it or it in me.”

Richard Jackson, from “Elegy Just in Case,” Asheville Poetry Review (2022)

(via memoryslandscape-deactivated202)

seravph:

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the poem where i don’t say ‘i’ by a.dp

ID in alt reblog

dormouseking:

pretty sexy of me to keep going despite each day being more unbearable than the last

fairycosmos:

the mood swings have been insane lately. one okay productive day costs me two weeks of grief and apathy and anger. hot girls get it 

theorangepdf:

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

ixioideae-letters:

i miss you more than i remember you

clementine von radics / c. c. aurel / miles johnston / ranata suzuki / clementine von radics / sue zhao / madeline miller / lily thula / salma deera / clementine von radics / shelby eileen / jedaleyjd via pinterest / holly warburton / mary oliver / mitski / sea wolf / nickie zimov / trembling blue stars

thingwithfeathers:

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enduring love

e.m forster, a room with a view / atonement (2007) / thomas hardy, far from the madding crowd / portrait of a lady on fire (2019) / cassandra clare, city of glass / rainer maria rilke / giovanni gasparro / philip pullman, the amber spyglass.

sapphosgh0st:

there is an alternate universe, maybe light years away or maybe that exists only in my dreams, where i am sitting on the kitchen counter legs dangling and you are standing in the space between them and i am telling you about my dream and you have just put the coffee pot on, and your hand is on my cheek and my skin feels like sunbeams and i can tell by your eyes that you love me. you have burned the eggs and i don’t care because i would eat burnt eggs every morning if it meant that you were the one who made them for me.

bluberry-parfait:

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Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage

funnytwittertweets:

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