"Know that I loved you. Know that it was not enough."
by Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising (via larmoyante)

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westerners are obsessed with the idea of happiness as if it’s a constant state of being. happiness comes in moments. you dont “achieve” happiness. you experience it along with every other emotion on the spectrum. if you spend your life chasing this constructed idea of happiness you will never even be remotely content. work on being whole and feeling everything while increasing the happy moments. stop trying to be a “happy person.” just be a person.


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Paris in the rain (via)


Paris in the rain (via)

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (2000) Dir. Jonas Mekas

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how can u say u are not pretty when u are a cluster of stardust, a walking explosion of nebulas like there are constellations that knot your arteries together, you’re beyond pretty, more like a spectacular sight for all of us

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"I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes."
by Anna Peters (via poetrist)

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"Be alone, that is the secret of invention; be alone, that is when ideas are born."

-Nikola Tesla

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You will
dig sharpened nails
into white and blue
clawing for something
that cannot be touched.

You will
find yourself concave
scraping things out,
burying others.

Stop normalizing this.
Stop trying to find beauty
in dying.

by Michelle K., Just Stop. (via michellekpoems)
"Darkness has now begun to stream down
like tears. Enchanted and fearful,
like a body ready at last to arrive
at its own flowering, I wait
by Kutti Revathi, from ”Greybird,” in Sambal Paravai, trans. N. Kalyan Raman, from Kavya Bharati: A Review of Indian Poetry (Issue No. 14)

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"Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence."
by Sylvia Plath (via mirroir)

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