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“The moment you speak of freedom, you lose it”
— moonchild |RM ; mono
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Ho imparato ad apprezzare un tramonto in solitudine
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･late nights w jk ☽
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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
[ Text ID: I am doing my best to not become a museum / of myself. I am doing my best to breathe in and out. ]
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Love is everywhere if you look close enough
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A poet is a nightingale
Who sits in darkness
And sings to cheer its own solitude
With sweet sounds
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The thing you are most
afraid to write,
Write that.
— advice to young writers
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No artist tolerates reality
- Nietzsche
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"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
– Kait Rokowski
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"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
–Edgar Allan Poe
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kaideh-deactivated20221228
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★ like + rb if you save pls.
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@astrallrealm us xoxo
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Palesemente io
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“La solitudine mi ha perseguitato per tutta la vita, dappertutto. Nei bar, in macchina, per la strada, nei negozi, dappertutto. Non c'è scampo: sono nato per essere solo.”
TaxiDriver (1976)
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“Non importa quante piazze ci sarebbero state in seguito, quante statue, scalinate, chiese, dipinti o palazzi straordinari ci avrebbero atteso alla fine di quel buio; quel suo sorriso sarebbe stato sempre una bestemmia urlata in faccia a Dio, o all’arte, e niente avrebbe mai potuto essere più bello. Roma era solo una degna cornice.”
-come anima mai, Rossana Soldano