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chaotichandle

SANTA.

Humans are weak pieces of shit.

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chaotichandle
1 month ago

"You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop." — Rumi

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1 month ago

“Loving you was like going to war, I never came back the same.”

— Warsan Shire

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1 month ago

Everything you love will one day kill you, whether it’s cigarettes, drugs, or the girl with pretty eyes, they all kill you in the end.

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1 month ago

stars fell thru

your dreams

and

drowned me

in my sleep.

—RTG

chaotichandle
1 month ago

“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.”

— Cicero, Pro Plancio

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1 month ago
Total Lunar Eclipse, Blood Worm Moon © Astronycc
Total Lunar Eclipse, Blood Worm Moon © Astronycc
Total Lunar Eclipse, Blood Worm Moon © Astronycc
Total Lunar Eclipse, Blood Worm Moon © Astronycc

Total Lunar Eclipse, Blood Worm Moon © astronycc

chaotichandle
2 months ago

“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”

— Unknown

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2 months ago
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Augusto De Luca, “Bianco E Nero”, 1983

Augusto De Luca, “Bianco e Nero”, 1983

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2 months ago
MOTHERFUCKER
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MOTHERFUCKER

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2 months ago
“It Was An Act Of Self-preservation — However Misguided It Was”.

“It was an act of self-preservation — however misguided it was”.

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2 months ago
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2 months ago

“You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in.”

— Nick Hornby, How to Be Good

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2 months ago
Chessboard. 19th Century. Credit Line: Gift Of Gustavus A. Pfeiffer, 1953 Https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/201482

Chessboard. 19th century. Credit line: Gift of Gustavus A. Pfeiffer, 1953 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/201482

chaotichandle
2 months ago

“Grief does not only need to be felt. It also demands to be defined.”

— anastasiasyah, from “Preface” in A Dictionary of Grief (via anastasiasyah)

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2 months ago

“When Kafka allows a friend to understand that he writes because otherwise he would go mad, he knows that writing is madness already, his madness, a kind of vigilance, unrelated to any wakefulness save sleep’s: insomnia. Madness against madness, then. But he believes that he masters the one by abandoning himself to it; the other frightens him, and is his fear; it tears through him, wounds and exalts him. It is as if he had to undergo all the force of an uninterruptible continuity, a tension at the edge of the insupportable which he speaks of with fear and not without a feeling of glory. For glory is the disaster.”

— Maurice Blanchot, The Writing of the Disaster

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2 months ago
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2 months ago

every now and again i feel the need to remind myself that my life is never too deeply rooted in anything. a fresh start is as simple as making the decision to start anew.

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2 months ago

“To live is to exist within time. To remember is to negate time.”

— Ling Ma, Bliss Montage

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2 months ago

“I put my hand on my chest and closed my eyes. I have a dinosaur heart, cold, massive, indestructible, a thick meaty red. And I have a glass heart, tiny and pink, that can be shattered… There was a ping. To my surprise, it had developed a minute crack, nearly invisible. But it was there, and it hurt.”

— Louise Erdrich, The Sentence

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2 months ago
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2 months ago

“Growing up, I used to climb out my window onto the roof and look up at the stars. There, in the quiet, I would write stories inside my head.”

— Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm

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2 months ago
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2 months ago
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chaotichandle
2 months ago

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

chaotichandle
3 months ago

“The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an awakening in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.”

— Georges Bataille, Literature and Evil

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