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"I used to build dreams about you."
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Claude Monet
Roses (Les Roses) (1925–26)

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You could rattle the stars,” she whispered. “You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.

Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass. (via ajeebinsaan)

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Henri Fantin-Latour, rose trees white roses 1875

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I’m so sorry I’ve been terrible with messages today. I have a pounding headache, and I can’t find any words that make sense. Hope all you raindrops understand. I promise I’ll try to be better tomorrow.

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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

— Oscar Wilde (via seabois)

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Melbourne and Alarni

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"I wish I had done everything on earth with you"The Great Gatsby (2013)Baz Luhrmann

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He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.

— Mary Oliver, excerpt from “White Heron Rises Over Blackwater” (via larmoyante)

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Ma, I don’t know how to tell you this
so I’m just going to say it.
Little Tommy runs inside slapped in mud
and says he’s dirty.
I’m dirty, Ma. I’m dirty in ways that can’t be washed.
At eight you used to say to never forget
my knees—back or front—to scrub hard,
let go of all the filth of a good day.
I can’t remember the last time I had a good day, Ma.
I scrub my knees and I scrub until they burn
a bright pink but I’m still dirty.
Do you hear me? I’m still dirty, Ma.
Yes, I went to church last Sunday and prayed
but I think I made the holy water dirty too.
I think I ruined it before it could save me.
The boys always say my name wrong but I still
turn around, I go along, I let them call me
what they want as long as they want me.
Do you get it now, Ma?
I have grime under my fingernails and my stomach
is full of swallowed regret and I’m dirty.
I look in the mirror and pronounce my own name
wrong, too. I go along. Until it sounds real. Honest.
I don’t know how to tell you this
without breaking your heart, without you
checking behind my knees and nodding.
I don’t know how to tell you I’m dirty without
begging you to please not say,
“I know, I know. A mother always knows.”

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Anonymous: hi I really have the urge to be dead over a boy and I haven't told or talked to anyone because I don't have anyone to..I'm not sure why I sent you this message but I really needed to get it out

Love, you are bigger than what any boy left behind, and you are stronger than the weight he left on your chest. You’ve got an entire life of loving and living to do, and you can’t stop for anybody. Not a single person.

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Here is the handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouthful
of dirt, this poetry.

Margaret Atwood, “Mushrooms,” from Notes Towards a Poem That Can Never Be Written (via lifeinpoetry)

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What if love is made and nothing else?
asked Narcissus, leaning over the green iris of water.

Nothing else,
cried Echo from the green cochlea of the woods.

And they were both right.
And they were both lonely.

Kapka Kassabova, “And they were both right” (via rabbitinthemoon)

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Flowers thrown into a dumpster in Greenwood Cemetery, NY

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Ed Ruscha
Things Fall Apart, 2006

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Anonymous: i love you so much; my heart hurts. i wish i was your real life best friend or something. oh yaz you are so beautiful

Oh oh oh, this is too much for me you’re such a sunflower, thank you so much.

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