January 2011
You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…. No one could die for you.
– Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince.
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My dreams are a stupid shelter, like an umbrella against lightning. I’m so...
– Fernando Pessoa
Un soir, j’ai assis la Beauté sur mes genoux. Et je l’ai trouvée amère. Et je...
– Arthur Rimbaud
She despised the sadness that hung inside her like old lace.
– The Ghost’s Child by Sonya
I don’t want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and...
– Margaret Atwood
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The blood blooms clean
In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.
– Sylvia Plath
My memories have turned into anxieties.
– Fernando Pessoa
Anonymous asked: what is those marks on your leg baby?
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