" I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry. "
by Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro

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" Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, ‘I know this feeling. I was here before.’ "
by Don DeLillo, White Noise (via ethelreds)

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" the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
by Charles Bukowski, Cause And Effects

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anyone following me play ESO?


A boy asks his father to spiral a football over a tree
to arch it, so the ball will arrive an instant before the child.
The child dives. tendons extended, heart bucking
hands opening, to clutch what descends from the sky.
Your mother left today for the institution. If the ball
hits ground, she dies.
That December afternoon the boy’s mother passed away,
thirty-three times in the first hour.
Each time he grabbed her head from the snow and
ran it back to his father, promised to do better
and he did, he ran hard, focused, dove.

I caught my mother’s skull thirteen times in a row
and she’s still not coming home.

by Jeffrey McDaniel, 1975

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" The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die. "
by Juliette Lewis  (via disenchanted-moon)

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" She deserved a man who could take care of her. But fuck if I was just going to leave her. I couldn’t do that. I may not be good enough for her but I was gonna damn well try my hardest to become worthy. "
by Abbi Glines, While It Lasts

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