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  • mdemn

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    “i knew i could count on you, pal.”

    poem - langston hughes, once i pass’d through a populous city - walt whitman, mafia: definitive edition (dev. hangar 13), all i ask of you - the phantom of the opera, you get me so high - the neighbourhood, letters from medea - salma deera, tumblr user wolfsena (deactivated), poem - langston hughes

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  • wolf-tm

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    nothin' quite like how a dog loves

    let dead dogs lie - silas denver melvin // red dog - elizabeth frink // how to be a dog - andrew kane // domestication syndrome - dhole b // no origin found // for your own good - leah horlick // pleasure - beth cavener // it will come back - hozier // i am a dog. i have blood all over my teeth. - uhode // same poem as directly previous

    • Thu 17 at 03:37 pm
    Anonymous asked:

    Hi! Could you do a web weave of unreciprocated love?

    asoftepiloguemylove answered:
    "How selfish it is / to crave / someone // like they were / yours / to miss at all."ALT
    " 'And how do you really feel?' / 'Like I'll never recover. Like I'll never draw another breath without half of it being a wish for him.' "ALT
    "everything feels so soft and warm when i'm talking to you / i think i like you a little too much / do you like me too?"ALT
    "But at night I dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb-I dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water."ALT
    Painting of a blonde woman wrapping her arms around the crumbling statue of a taller man. His back is breaking into various pieces and his arms have broken off completely, falling into the water below.ALT
    "And everyone around me's changed / But the garden that you planted remains / I think about you / Maybe more than I should"ALT
    "I longed for love unbearably,"ALT
    Watercolor painting of two people holding onto each other. The person on the left has their hands resting on the waist of the person on the right. The person on the right has both hands placed on the other's face.ALT
    "I can't love you how you want me to / I can't love you how you want me to / I can't love you how you want me to"ALT
    "Your absence has gone through me / Like thread through a needle. / Everything I do is stitched with its color."ALT

    Michelle K.But I am Selfish / Jane SevilleZero at the Bone / pinterest / Salma DeeraLetters from Medea / Miles JohnstonDisturbing Dreams / Sea WolfThe Garden That You Planted / Christa Wolf (tr. Jan van Heurck) Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays / Billie EilishBillie Bossa Nova / BoygeniusBite the Hand / W.S. Merwin

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  • pasdetrois

    GIF of Mrs. de Winter backing away from Maxim in a startled mannerALT
    So after months without, I gave way,   pulled the key from my small purse and found them there, all of them, like birds brined and preserved on drying hooks, their black cloaks so stiff against the brick,              I did not scream. I thought – stupid starlings –             A cool salt draft kept the blood-soaked floor as sand might, so I did not slip,             not then. From the window I considered the fall, but I, was so pleased to be alive, to realize I now had you, if only briefly, all to myself.ALT
    He came and stood before me. He held out his hands. “You despise me, don’t you?” He said. “You can’t understand my shame, and loathing, and disgust.” I did not say anything. I held his hands against my heart. I did not care about his shame. None of the things that he had told me mattered to me at all. I clung to one thing only, and repeated it to myself, over and over again. Maxim did not love Rebecca. [ … ] “My darling,” I said, “my Maxim, my love.” I laid his hands against my face, I put my lips against them. “Do you understand?” He said. “Do you, do you?” “Yes,” I said, “my sweet, my love.” But I looked away from him so he should not see my face. What did it matter whether I understood him or not? My heart was light like a feather floating in the air. He had never loved Rebecca.ALT
    GIF of Mrs. de Winter's expression morphing to one of relief and triumph.ALT

    Rebecca (1940, dir Alfred Hitchcock) // Vievee Francis, "Apologia" (Excerpt) // Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

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