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- Vincent Van Gogh (via muse)
(Source: hellanne, via wristsareforbracelets)
Where is the line between illness and insanity?
When did my heart
become the same shade as my eyes?
How can I differentiate between
the beating of my heart
and the drumming in my ears?
What inexhaustible force
raises the bumps on my skin each time
the piano hums the major triad from that song
I heard you play thirteen days after we last kissed?
Why do my tears taste like penitence
and why do my kisses burn your skin
and why is my blood thinner than water
and why do I feel the grand desire to shed my exterior
and bury my head in the earth
and stay until branches are sprouting from my ankles?
Who are you to tell me
I am worthy of love?
Who am I to tell you
you are wrong?
- “Questions To Ask Yourself At 12:56 AM, 6 Days After You Felt As Though Your World Collapsed” (via equilibrious)
(via itsalltohellanyways)
- Amiri Baraka, “An Agony. As Now.” (via raspberrying)
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- Fernando Pessoa (via audrotas)
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- John Frusciante (via tiredasfuckinghell)
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- Jamie Tworkowski (via thatkindofwoman)
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do u ever get really paranoid and think that everyone youve ever considered a friend actually secretly hates u or is that just me
(via cassadaga-poison)
Get rid of your boundaries and the universe is yours.
i know i reblog this a lot but fuckin look at it
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