February 2011
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“Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of...”
– Edgar Allen Poe The Black Cat
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murmuris-deactivated20110718 asked: oh my, you're tumblr it's so so pretty, really xx
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What do you do when you are uncertain of your feelings? When you stretch your weak arms in the middle of the night and you can feel a familiar presences in the dark but the shape does not truly satisfy your craving soul (for really you are not sure you crave at all) What do you do?
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“Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to...”
– Albert Camus - The Myth of Sisyphus (via philosophers)
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Dear Skins, I am so happy you are back.
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I’m cocooning in crystal catacombs. Inducing overtones of books dusted on shelves that cry for paint jobs. My life is a series of evocations Summer time contemplation Left alone.
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I want to move into a deep dark forest where the sun must make an effort to shine. In this forest there will be a small old stone cottage whose walls move while telling heartbreaking stories of the people who tipped toed through many, many, many, years ago. I’ll hear their voices through the creaking of the floor boards late at night and they will comfort my shaking hands. Here, I want the...
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I couldn’t express the weak breaking of lips on cold winter days where the tips of my hair turned to ice. What complexities it is to be at one moment an illusive element that can absorb cities and wash away desires and at another ignite passion on the skin those summer days while running for shelter from its presence (you always showed great displeasure when it stained your dress) all the...
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