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I’m not a real person btw I only exist on tumblr

My favorite movie ❤️

1791 was the year it happened. I was 24, younger than you are now. But times were different then, I was a man at that age: the master of a large plantation just south of New Orleans. I had lost my wife in childbirth, and she and the infant had been buried less than half a year. I would have been happy to join them. I couldn’t bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. I wanted to lose it all… my wealth, my estate, my sanity. Most of all, I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side. But it was a vampire that accepted it.

Interview with the Vampire (1994) dir. Neil Jordan

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage

Hope you see more glimmers that bring you peace, joy & happiness. ✌️

~beccawise7💜🖤

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Frederick Judd Waud, Rum Row, 1922. Via Art Gallery X

I am myself, ironically, an atheist. And like a certain sort of atheist, my poems are God-obsessed, priest-obsessed. Full of Marys, Christs and nuns.

Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume II: 1956–1963 ⁠— Michael Carey, 21st November 1962