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crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

crimsonkismet: “I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

violentwavesofemotion: “Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my mind / by tenderness and desire.” — Alexander Pushkin, from The Bronze Horseman: Poems; “19th of October,”

violentwavesofemotion: “Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my mind / by tenderness and desire.” — Alexander Pushkin, from The Bronze Horseman: Poems; “19th of October,”

finita-la-commedia: –  Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), from “Poem Of The End”

finita-la-commedia: –  Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), from “Poem Of The End”

gamblingwitch: me, having to pretend in front of other people that I have empathy

gamblingwitch: me, having to pretend in front of other people that I have empathy

finita–la–commedia: – Emil M. Cioran, from “Encounters With Suicide” in “The New Gods” (1969)

finita–la–commedia: – Emil M. Cioran, from “Encounters With Suicide” in “The New Gods” (1969)

the sorrow of things

the sorrow of things

bebemoon: “She grew into a forest, she could not be found.” — Cynthia Dewi Oka, from “Siege: In Response to the Man Who Asked Me, “Where Is the Courage in Your Poetry?”,” Salvage (via lifeinpoetry)

bebemoon: “She grew into a forest, she could not be found.” — Cynthia Dewi Oka, from “Siege: In Response to the Man Who Asked Me, “Where Is the Courage in Your Poetry?”,” Salvage (via lifeinpoetry)

the sorrow of things

the sorrow of things

Every corner is tripped. I looked everywhere, nothing. Yet, the illusion of better existAnd that what made me fall, everytime

Every corner is tripped. I looked everywhere, nothing. Yet, the illusion of better existAnd that what made me fall, everytime

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