curious until you vanish
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the very oddness of being told that you are a stranger in your own universe.
📍 ye
📍 ye
Pinned
been there, fucked it up.
how many ifs can a mind process constructively?
November 30, 2025 at 1:06 AM
how many ifs can a mind process constructively?
Reposted by curious until you vanish
Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.
November 30, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.
Reposted by curious until you vanish
say me, is it the same planet? The same people, the same songs, the same me?
June 11, 2025 at 11:45 AM
say me, is it the same planet? The same people, the same songs, the same me?
apologies for the kitsch.
November 30, 2025 at 12:45 AM
apologies for the kitsch.
the past can't be fixed nor rewritten, but there's always a now that wants to be lived—everyday anew.
November 30, 2025 at 12:40 AM
the past can't be fixed nor rewritten, but there's always a now that wants to be lived—everyday anew.
simpletons among us make it easy to neglect humankind.
November 30, 2025 at 12:33 AM
simpletons among us make it easy to neglect humankind.
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A voice meant for silence.
November 28, 2025 at 11:50 PM
A voice meant for silence.
and then there's you, and you, and both of you, maybe us—who knows what will come of it.
November 29, 2025 at 1:50 AM
and then there's you, and you, and both of you, maybe us—who knows what will come of it.
following one's desires without knowing where they will lead.
November 29, 2025 at 1:42 AM
following one's desires without knowing where they will lead.
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The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
November 25, 2025 at 12:40 AM
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
Reposted by curious until you vanish
I reserve the right to take back a fuck once given.
March 7, 2025 at 1:29 AM
I reserve the right to take back a fuck once given.
Reposted by curious until you vanish
the beauty of the dark side of the moon.
November 25, 2025 at 12:02 AM
the beauty of the dark side of the moon.
and then there is nut fruit.
ryckman strawberries, painted by amanda almira newton, 1907
November 24, 2025 at 11:56 PM
and then there is nut fruit.
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being laid upon the printed page, I have sometimes pleased myself with fancying it exerted a magnifying influence
November 24, 2025 at 11:47 PM
being laid upon the printed page, I have sometimes pleased myself with fancying it exerted a magnifying influence
just because there's opposites in the world doesn't mean that it is binary per se.
November 24, 2025 at 11:52 PM
just because there's opposites in the world doesn't mean that it is binary per se.
oh bitch, fickle as you are, trust is really tricky.
November 24, 2025 at 10:05 PM
oh bitch, fickle as you are, trust is really tricky.
and then it's all over and you don't even have time to breathe.
November 24, 2025 at 1:38 AM
and then it's all over and you don't even have time to breathe.
Tami Neilson "You Were Mine" (Audio)
YouTube video by Tami Neilson
youtu.be
November 24, 2025 at 1:29 AM
a long-distance relationship willingly ignores that illusions can't jump.
November 23, 2025 at 7:01 AM
a long-distance relationship willingly ignores that illusions can't jump.
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The story of my life is that not a soul remains in this world who knows the story of my life. This accident of solitude isn't a sad thing, it's my oldest desire come true... to be invisible. To be a living, breathing ghost.
November 23, 2025 at 5:59 AM
The story of my life is that not a soul remains in this world who knows the story of my life. This accident of solitude isn't a sad thing, it's my oldest desire come true... to be invisible. To be a living, breathing ghost.
wishes don't buy time.
November 21, 2025 at 7:44 PM
wishes don't buy time.
you lose yourself in illusions and play for time.
November 21, 2025 at 7:41 PM
you lose yourself in illusions and play for time.
I hold your dream in my hand, thinking of a time when it meant more to me than fleeting moments and star dust.
November 20, 2025 at 11:33 PM
I hold your dream in my hand, thinking of a time when it meant more to me than fleeting moments and star dust.