Photographic Memory
things I like and love and hate and in between.
→ (*) The Only Magic Left is Art: Something Other Than Death

williamtaylorjr:

Something Other Than Death

We wake each day
to all the little things
that kill us

bit by bit

and we take it as best we can.

We have little choice,
really, other than
giving in.

I suppose the trick
is to convince ourselves

we are working towards
something other…

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neopiacentral:

*gives people advice when i cant even handle my own problems*

(via askayy)

opulate:

how about instead of “all body types are beautiful” we say “beauty is extremely subjective and fleeting and doesn’t determine your worth and you don’t owe attractiveness to anyone so why don’t you focus on something important like being a worthwhile human being”

(via ultraviolet-lite)

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theanti90smovement:

sorry i cant hang out with u today i have to catch up on my crying

(via askayy)

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→ 雲散霧消: likeawritingdesk: you are the warm light at the end ofa dark hall...

likeawritingdesk:

you are the warm light at the end of
a dark hall after 20 hours of travel

broken key in the lock and a
stranger walks quickly towards
you

you live in peonies and parades
waving from floats to girls half
your age, kissing the same place
again and again but never saying

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cokeflow:

“I’m on my way!” I say as I remain naked in bed

(via ultraviolet-lite)

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