here comes the feeling you thought you'd forgotten

Swimming in troubled waters with the modern world's rage, but with the frail poetry of another era.

Read the Printed Word!

Le joli mai (Chris Marker, 1963) 

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go on

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— Rainer Maria Rilke

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I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
Jean Cocteau, from Le Testament d’Orphée (Les Éditions Cinégraphiques, 1960)

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  • test administrator: when you finish your test go back and read over your answers
  • me: i'm never goin back the past is in the past


no emoji in the world can replace the depth of :/

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filling out a job application

“are you available for a Skype interview?”




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I got you a book

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nobody cares, Moby


nobody cares, Moby

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I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via mirroir)

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