daweyt:

— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘In The Ruin’", published c. 2017.

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libragoddess1993:

How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.

fairycosmos:

phone is my best friend she would never betray me. what do you mean my brain is being fried by the constant dopamine hits. she just wants me to be happy

metamorphesque:

i don’t pay attention to the
world ending.
it has ended for me
many times
and began again in the morning.

― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt

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violentwavesofemotion:

“I let everything burn.”

— Charles Bukowski, from The Roominghouse Madrigals; “Thermometer,”

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remanence-of-love:

clossed-111-deactivated20210528:

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midnightportals:

no rizz just brown eyes and a really good taste in music.

fairydrowning:

“People empty me. I have to get away to refill.”

– Charles Bukowski