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“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”

— White Noise (Don DeLillo)

His hand on her throat

Blossoms the rose

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐤

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“Oh, darling….You will be good to me, won’t you?…You will, won’t you?…Because we’re going to have a strange life.”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms  

After I am finish this treatise I will definitely have to go over all that I have ever posted again, so that I can delete things that aren't aligned with my present understandings.

The longer you run from it the more it will hurt when it catches you....!

And trust me it will catch YOU.....

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i don’t WANT to live in a society i want to live in a bookstore cafe

Jane Austen, from “Pride and Prejudice”

I just wish thing in my career work out as i want to export my paintings

Reblog if you could use a little good luck to start your fall - this spell is for you: a white candle for purification, some dried orange peel and senna leaf for luck and magic, and the cutest little acorn I could find :)

Red satin draped over porcelain skin

She is smoking his cigarettes

Just to taste his lips

Baking his favorite cherry pie

Spraying on his cologne

Waiting so patiently

For him to come home

...

(he never came home)

༄ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐤