deplaisant:

It’s a strange feeling knowing someone is separating themselves from you. That you’re growing apart from someone you care about. That they lack the love or compassion they once had for you. You can feel the wedge being driven in. And you question a lot of things. I regret complaining most days. Losing relationships is hard when you lack any in your life. 

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auralenti:

The Imp of the Perverse - Helen Friel

A short story by Edgar Allan Poe, The Imp of the Perverse discusses the voice inside all of us that makes us to do things we know we shouldn’t do. Each page is perforated in a grid system with sections of the text missing. Readers must follow the simple instructions to tear and fold specific sections to reveal the missing text. Books are usually precious objects and the destruction is engineered to give the reader conflicting feelings, do they keep the book in its perfect untorn form? Or give into the imp and enjoy tearing it apart?

writingthatilike:

This Flag Not Fondly Waving
by Charles Bukowski

now it’s computers and more computers
and soon everybody will have one,
3-year-olds will have computers
and everybody will know everything
about everybody else
long before they meet them
and so they won’t want to meet them.
nobody will want to meet anybody
else ever again
and everybody will be
a recluse
like i am now.

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"I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you."
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via larmoyante)

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