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I don't wanna live in a hole anymore
Forwarded from /Parsa/s stuff (PARSA)
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Forwarded from Gatinhos (Bugato(¬‿¬))
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Forwarded from Echoes (Kiana)
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
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Anhedonia (src)
Sorrow, I filled the tub with rusty wine and drowned our children in it.
There are so many gods —
Fortune, Doorways, Useful Arts —
to disappoint them all is fatal.
I held a world between my teeth once.
Blue marble, fine china.
But nothing makes me happy.
A million lambent oysters, orgiastic
pearls of caviar,
do not make me happy.
I have lost my appetite for spring.
- Margaret Kaplan