Your Hologram 👾👻 Stumbled 🫨 Into My Apartment 🌃 Hands 🙌 In The Hair 💆‍♀️ Of Somebody

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if they ever ask you about me tell them I was the only person in your entire life who ever loved you with honesty. and then, tell them how you broke my heart

something that truly saddens me is that there are planets and stars that could live out their entire existence without any acknowledgement. entire solar systems could be born and destroyed without anyone to witness. it saddens me because it shows how truly lonely the universe is. the universe has been alive for longer than any human being can observe for and its existence had been neglected for centuries. i can only imagine the history that the universe has seen that we would never be able to know of. i can only imagine what the universe went through all on its own without anyone to watch. and it makes me wonder if this will be our story too. so far, we have no evidence or proof of any life. so, what if we die out? what if we slowly go extinct? there wouldnt be any one to support us or to even realize or understand our disappearance. they could be too late and only get to see the remains of what once was. would they question those remains? or would they assume that they were what always was? that those remains were the only things this planet has seen? similar to how we, now, look at the remains of what might have once been with no idea that we were too late. we may not question those remains and mistake them for the natural state of a planet or a star. it really is sad that the universe lives on its own, almost completely empty of life. and that with all of our attempts, we could/would always be too late to let some parts of the universe know that they’re not alone.

i’m obsessed with clarice lispector I think she’s one of the most fascinating figures ever I can’t stop thinking about the time she attended a panel where they were discussing the philosophy/theory of her own works and she left early because she didn’t understand a word of what they were saying and it made her so hungry that she had to go home and eat an entire chicken

I’ve been trying to make more room for you inside of myself lately, not because the nights are longer without the comforting rhythm of you breathing next to me, not because I know I can close the gap between who I’m not and who I know I can be with a brush your fingers, but I know one day you’ll wake up and the war inside of your head will be over. I learned how to swallow screams too early in life and now they sit at the back of my throat waiting for a name quieter than winter, but my words have loved you since forever, and every time you touch them I know it's you. I don’t know how to fit all my love for you in to this lifetime, but I’m going to do everything I can to try.

carry me in your heart. I want to be where you need me most when I’m too far for your arms to reach.

Homenagem Fúnebre

É muita soberba nossa acreditar nessa realidade como a única e possível, e se ainda dúvida, pois bem, perceba: nossa alma, presa a essa carne de potência e ações limitadas, todas as noites viaja entre visões extraordinárias, que esse mundo, o qual chamamos de verdadeiro, nunca poderia nos presentear como experiência, é como uma promessa do que ainda não é e nem está, mas virá. Pelo dia passeamos entre pensamentos, ideias e o sonho dos acordados, aquele que nos tortura com idealizações e expectativas lindas, extravagantes, simples e mesquinhas desse mundo doloroso; e dói, apenas para provar como humanos e medíocres existimos aqui.

Nada nunca vai fazer-me desacreditar que a morte é tão somente outro nome para tratar a vida, por bem ou mal, um outro tipo de existência, mas com certeza, vida! Seremos livres depois dessa passagem? Assim eu espero: sendo uma singular e insignificante, causa e resultado de uma bela lúgubre implosão no universo, que o fim da minha existência seja um singelo feixe de luz dissipando na escuridão; e se tiver vazio, que eu preencha o nada então. Rogo em desespero, para nunca ser o miserável destinado a uma só e dura realidade, aquele imortalizado.

I want to be human

I want to be unashamedly myself. I want to be messy. With large sweaters and a mug of tea. Headphones playing a true crime podcast. Pen ink staining my finger tips and journal in hand. Moth-man stickers on my water bottle. With grass stains on my pants and flowers in my hair.

— We will always love more that which is forbidden.

“Kat is back”

She is breathtaking 🔥

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