May 2013
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exhausted from thoughts that don't exhaust
April 2013
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worldwind
i’ve casted myself into my own whirlwind; i think it’s yours, and hers, and someone else’s/ anyone’s but mine, but i am spinning,
and although i’ve said it, written it, i cannot fully feel, fully understand, the mess i’m in… i look for a way out when all this time i’ve been searching for a way in - into something different, a whirlwind, but my skin is somehow shedding, and my heart is...
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love4tupacandaaliyah:
Tupac- My Block
March 2013
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Hold On, Be Strong (Nujabes Blend) – 2pac
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kissmesilent:
A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness … ―John Keats
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livetoeatplatanos:
Eminem - Infinite
...
February 2013
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“I cannot capture your grace in words; I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing...”
– John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne dated 5 November 1820 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss,
An immortality of passion’s...”
– John Keats, Endymion - Book II.
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“Close your bodily eye, that you may see your picture first with the eye of the...”
– Caspar David Friedrich (via h-b3)
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“Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear”
– From “Box of Rain” by The Grateful Dead (via sbaigel)
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Serenade For Winds - W. A. Mozart
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“My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a...”
– John Keats
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“You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last...”
– John Keats
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“The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.”
– John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne dated March 1820 (via lazyteen)
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“I am afraid to write to her [Fanny]… Oh Brown, I have coals of fire in my...”
– John Keats’s letter to Brown, 1 November 1820 (via educazionesentimentale)
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The One I Need (feat. Chyna Griffin) - Accent
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WatchOnegin (1999) - Onegin’s Letter to Tatyana ”…If you but knew the flames that burn in me, which I attempt to beat down with my reason, but let it be. I cannot struggle against my feelings anymore, I am entirely in your will.”
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“I loved you; even now I must confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;...”
– A.S. Pushkin
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“I noticed once, at our chance meeting,
in you a tender pulse was beating,
yet...”
– Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin
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“My dear love, I cannot believe there ever was or ever could be any thing to...”
– John Keats
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Sublime illness
The world has been reduced to you - your eyes - your aura - the blue atmosphere that swells all thoughts, until, in madness, I am brought to hate the walls I’m enclosed in, the cage I’ve made of love: how, with a look, you can liberate, and yet in bondage I’ve been since we met - it is a sublime illness I taste. Love wouldn’t be love, otherwise.
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“No, you’re beautiful – in the way that beautiful used to actually mean...”
– Dawson’s Creek
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openyourbox:
Unrequited is all I know.
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“Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d...”
– WALT WHITMAN
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yield to the gravity of love,
and fall into my
arms, for nowhere else
would you fit so
well
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entangled love
when i find my breaths increasing in weight from thoughts of the endless space between you and i, i can only be calmed, my bride, with our unequaled truth: that though we do lay apart, our spirits have melded to a single soul; so as i whisper these thoughts whole to myself of love and all other passions, thus you hear and know the fashions of every vast syllable i mutter, responding always with...
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“My silver planet, both of eve and morn!…
How to entangle, trammel up and...”
– John Keats, Lamia
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“She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever...”
– John Keats, Ode on Melancholy
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“One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
but came the waves and washed it...”
– Sonnet 75, Edmund Spenser (via persephoscene)
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“Touch has a memory. O say, love, say
What I can do to kill it and be free
In...”
– from To Fanny (What can I do to drive away)— John Keats (via hannyanny)
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“I hate the world: it batters too much the wings of my self-will, and would I...”
– John Keats, in a letter to Fanny Brawne. (via the36seconds)
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Can I wake to your angelic face during midday?
