April 2012
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Hope
It has rained for days. Are the gods displeased? Oh let this be the reign to purge the diseased. New poem.
Apr 28th
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Winter's Grey
Winter’s grey on a winter’s day, I shot a man in a winter’s fray. He’s buried now at my winter stay, Beneath the children in winter’s play. — This is the poem I am most proud of. It came to me suddenly one morning, and I absolutely love it.
Apr 28th
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One day, I hope to be desirable.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not ugly. I’m a fairly good looking person. But it does get a bit old when people like your personality but drool at the “cuties” and “hunks” that walk by. And I’m left feeling as though I lack some physical quality. Or maybe I just want to be wanted. The question is why don’t they want me. Hm.
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“A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in...”
– Leonardo da Vinci (via ruineshumaines)
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“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love...”
– Bob Marley on how to love a woman (via chelseatee)
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chrysalism
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.
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“Women are hay, men are fire. Then the devil comes along and burns them both.”
– (via strangedoor)
Apr 18th
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surrealistpilgrims: Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you. —Carl Jung
Apr 18th
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“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...”
– Anaïs Nin  (via strangedoor)
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xeno
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone. Just had this.
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