January 2012
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The presence of death entering ones life makes everything else so irrelevant.
Whether the impending death of the woman whom raised you, or the small deaths that happen in you’re psyche everyday.
Everything that is unimportant is just that. Yet so profoundly more now, that a sort of calmness enters your soul. You understand now that everything ends.
You may never had understood when...
Maria Callas - L’amour Est un Oiseau Rebelle...
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I haven't written
in quite some time and have generally used this account at least; as an outlet to express some kind of grief. Except only visually and occasionally to some bass-y track I didn’t create.
Yes, I’ve just been collecting images. I scan through them and never ask myself “why’d I post that?” Only pictures I doubt are those of myself. Figuring that I have no problem...
“And, what’s more, this ‘precious’ body, the very same that is hooted and honked...”
– Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
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I don’t know how many times I’ve said “No one gives a fuck about anyone.” But God, it’s true. The more quickly you can understand this the less hurt you will feel.
I know this but don’t understand it so i’m obviously always hurt.