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oh to be loved in a shoujo anime ⊹ ｡+ﾟ₊˚♡

“SPRING FLOWERS” CLAUDE MONET // 1864 [oil on fabric | 56 7/8 x 46 1/8”]

September 30, 1929 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]

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Fujio Akatsuka (1982)

“I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

i’ll miss our time together, but i’m glad it ended.

“Life went on without you. Of course, it did. Of course, it does. It was just an ending, not the end.”

— Lang Leav

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me???? tired???? sleepy???? yes constantly

We are captives of what we love, what we desire and what we are

- Mahmoud Darwish

Sadness matures us in a way time can’t help but envy

-𝘢𝘺𝘢 // 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

S K Y R I M + details [7/?]

No artist tolerates reality

- Nietzsche

she is shaped just like a cat

“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.”

— Ernst Hemingway

“I’m longing for You…”

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I’m longing for you in the mist, like a dream, In the scented fragrance of cherry blossoms, Through the dewy, wild forests, In the last rays of the sun.

You are my sin.

I’m longing for you… I’m longing for you in the night flight of a butterfly, In the sugary-green and bitter absinthe – aphrodisiac of the soul, In the Argentine dance, In Agni, the old god of fire.

You are wandering, Wandering through the dimness of my mind, Through my fingers that drown in silent yearning, And I can see you In the midnight new moon, In the flowering tree, In the sinful dreams.

The night weaves her opaque black veils around me, The witches rise, tittering, The magic of ancient callings conquers me again.

I walk to you, The blood flows from my feet, Leaving red traces behind, While unknown forces grow in me, And I hear your voice, Alluring, quiet, and hidden.

I’m longing for you… I know you are there somewhere, Hidden by shadows and an illusory face, I know you are looking for me too, For we are marked, Shaped by this silent dripping of time.

I’m longing for you… I’m longing for you in the mystery of magic prayers that drip from my trembling lips, Sweet as nectar, dripping sweetness like honeycomb, Hopelessly calling your name, Dreaming of you when no one else is dreaming.

I’m longing for you…

I’m longing for you between fathomless spaces of bare branches, The thirst in my heart burns me inside, The desire in my belly aches, Everything that you are made from hurts me in the aroma of your breathing.

I taste the secret words that you whisper and set on fire.

Therefore, I cannot stand the day that lasts, For I know I will never find you there.