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Ego (x)
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New-York Tribune, New York, January 2, 1920
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Everyone will not just
If your solution to some problem relies on “If everyone would just…” then you do not have a solution. Everyone is not going to just. At not time in the history of the universe has everyone just, and they’re not going to start now.
“Rie Miyazawa …” Swan’s Tears “(1989) Fuji TV”
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the best boy.
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11/2 was shimei's birthday.
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got a cliched two-headed calf tattoo based on the laura giplin poem and I am over the moon happy about it
artist: isabella.piaa on instagram, based in brisbane, qld
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I’m Sophia, humanity’s greatest companion! 💖
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manifesting the post-p5r double detective prince case plot of my dreams stay tuned
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a growing spark
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i drew this shit doodle just to ask if i was the only one who, when reading kafka on the shore, imagined oshima as nam tae hyun? no one else? just me? ok.
“As with a wound on one’s own body, it is possible to develop an intimacy with the most disturbing of things.”
— Kazuo Ishiguro, A Pale View of Hills
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i love reading horror movie plot synopses on wikipedia and going hehe that sounds scary. i wont watch it
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Second saint to serve the King Undying
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Companion to:
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regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson
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“It was my mother warned me against you, but I heard you singing in the cinnamon fern and thought you were beautiful: a thing I could never touch. Like the crest of Orion. Like the farthest Pleiades. You wore erythronium in your hair, like your name; the yellow trout lily. Lily, lily. Sometimes I think I would eat you if I could. There is a witch in a story who ate a girl she loved, and always afterwards when she spoke, flowers fell out of her open mouth. I would swallow you up, and you would be lobelia on my tongue for the rest of my life. This is what they say: it is not uncommon for us to want to eat what we love. […] I love you, knot in my heart. I love you, hands on my hands, hands on my ribs, mouth on my mouth. I love you, stone in my shoe. I love only you. Only you. Only ever you.”
— Becca De La Rosa, “Letter from Juniper”, from Mabel