I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.
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“A hundred years die in a moment, / just as a moment dies in a moment.”— Antonio Porchia, tr. by W.S. Merwin, from “Voices,” published c. 1943
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via suiyobish)
whose got the hysterical woman syndrome and whose got the capitalist dependence on realism
(walks up to two women in love) so which one of you is having a breakdown about how your hair is snakes and your house is on fire, and which puts your hand on your girlfriend’s shoulder and reminds her that “yeah babe true but at least we have home owner’s insurance”
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