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leonard cohen, take this longing

DEAD POETS SOCIETY dir. Peter Weir

I started this one when the first book released and I never finished. I glad, cause this way I could add Alex!

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in my city there's going to be a music (and not only music ig) marathon where you can spend the entire night at the conservatory and listen to different performances of all sorts like music and theatre and maybe even dancing so i am going even if i spend my last money on it

“I killed a plant once because i gaveit too much water. Lord, I worry that love is violence.”

-joseolivarez

when hozier said “and the nights were as dark as my baby half as beautiful too” and no grave can hold my body down i’ll crawl home to her” and “every word i’ve got is foreign to me” and “when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes i feel like a person for a moment of my life” and “i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door” and “love with every stranger the stranger the better” and “don’t be kind to me honey don’t feed me i will come back” and “i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave” and we let him get away with it?

Halloween Alphabet: F, the full moon above

"I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, am banished,"

—Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. January 1917 featured in "Diaries"

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵…

It’s kinda beautiful how humans are drawn to tragedies. That for thousands of years people have gathered to hear the stories of humanity battling fate, the stars, the gods, itself. Fighting and failing with the idea that, despite the tragedy of it all, there is always something worth fighting for. That there is something to be learned in the debris. That sometimes humanity falls and other times it rises. Though never without a fight. And maybe the tragedy is simply that one must fight to live, and fighting rarely ends without scars. So we tell the stories of our scars to make others feel less alone in their own. That humanity can share in the collective experience of suffering. To let each other know that our stories have worth no matter the outcome. They deserve to be told. There’s tragedy in everything. That doesn’t mean you stop fighting. Stop living. Stop loving. And that hope has transcended time. Which is a tragedy in itself.