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ocxmaul:

my text post collection vol. 1

flowerytale:

Ilya Kaminsky, from “Musica Humana”, Dancing in Odessa: Poems

starlightacademia:

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

carfuckerlynch:

every day o need to save money and then there is some kind of little fucking item

fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

peacozy:

I don’t have a dream job. I want to be a fairy and sleep in a tulip

hangsawoman:

my hobbies? uhh.. peeling back the layers…. uncovering metaphors.. mirroring…..connecting dots…..stuff like that

forestofsprites:

THINGS DON’T NEED TO BE PERMANENT TO BE BEAUTIFUL!!! VALUE IS NOT STORED IN PERMENANCE!! TO BE ALIVE IS TO EXPERIENCE EVANESCENCE!!!

wetdress:

i love that the phrase is “in love” like love is a place. like somewhere you could live.

tordenvejr:

it is not an evil thing to look at yourself with kindness. your life was never meant to be a punishment