♡ live by the sword die by the sword ♡
what they don’t teach you in school is that the boy with blonde hair and blue eyes whose laugh is so contagious they might as well classify it as an illness will break your heart into so many microscopic pieces that you’ll spend centuries trying to put it back together and no amount of little purple and green pills will mend your heart and you’d have to consume enough alcohol to fill the ocean three times over and no time doesn’t heal all wounds because I’m still having to bandage up old ones and you will move on but you will never forget the face of your first love because some nights it will be the reason you wake up screaming “don’t leave me I’m so helplessly in love with you”
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I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.
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awkwardnarturtle:

i-mahu:

There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.

This is the best description ever

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A silver Lucifer
serves
cocaine in cornucopia

To some somnambulists
of adolescent thighs
draped
in satirical draperies

Peris in livery
prepare
Lethe
for posthumous parvenues

Delirious Avenues
lit
with the chandelier souls
of infusoria
from Pharoah’s tombstones

lead
to mercurial doomsdays
Odious oasis
in furrowed phosphorous

the eye-white sky-light
white-light district
of lunar lusts

Stellectric signs
“Wing shows on Starway”
“Zodiac carrousel”

Cyclones
of ecstatic dust
and ashes whirl
crusaders
from hallucinatory citadels
of shattered glass
into evacuate craters

A flock of dreams
browse on Necropolis

From the shores
of oval oceans
in the oxidized Orient

Onyx-eyed Odalisques
and ornithologists
observe
the flight
of Eros obsolete

And “Immortality”
mildews …
in the museums of the moon

“Nocturnal cyclops”
“Crystal concubine”

Pocked with personification
the fossil virgin of the skies
waxes and wanes

— Mina Loy, Lunar Baedeker  (via mirroir)
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WE’RE ON A FUCKING PLANET RIGHT NOW.
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