RetRotica

This may change your life or just waste your time.
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How beautiful would it be to find someone who’s in love with your mind.

(via bl-ossomed)

I know very well that it is epic.

(via black7winter)

I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.
…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me. Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. Of the millions, I, too, was potentially everything at birth.
Sylvia Plath, from The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via liquidnight)

The people of are actually oppressed by Hamas, killed by Israel and incriminated by the Egyptian state and the whole world. Shame.

You are not a sweetheart; you are a disaster that happens to be lovely


Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me

A manipulating moon.

I miss when I was easily impressed.

My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings
Edvard Munch (via words-and-coffee)
في الفراق، رغم الكلام، لا نشعر بأنفسنا مرغمين على أن نتشارك كل شيئ. في الفراق، يبدأ النقصان، و تصبح الأحاجي عاديةَ إن لم تحل و تكتمل, يتطبّع الاهتمام و اللا اهتمام

ليمبو بيروت

هلال شومان

(via retrotica)

Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you.
 Wm. Paul Young, The Shack: Where Tragedy Confronts Eternity (via wordsnquotes)

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