Ruines Humaines

April 2010

“I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.” —Franz Kafka
(via thehaunter; madamezucker; funeral; dreamandwake)

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“Don’t go. I’ll eat you up, I love you so.” —KW, Where the Wild Things Are.

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tutto quello che ti meriti è un bel "vaffanculo". muori.

- momento finezza -

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“I want to hold the hand inside you, I want to take a breath thats true.
I look to you and I see nothing, I look to you to see the truth.
You live your life, you go in shadows. you’ll come apart and you’ll go black.
Some kind of night into your darkness, colors your eyes with whats not there.” —Mazzy Star, Fade Into You.

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“Dear Sid, it isn’t easy to tell you this, so that’s why I’m writing. Don’t try to ring me, because you’re not allowed to here, and anyway I don’t want to speak to you. And there’s nothing you can say to change this. My mom and dad decided that things aren’t working out, so I’m moving to a place called Elgin. It’s in Scotland, and everyone’s happy there. They’re coming for me tonight, and then I’ll be gone and we won’t have to play this silly game anymore. I want you to know that I really liked you, Sid. But…it’s too late now. Goodbye.” —Skins, Cassie.

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