In Another Life... My Mom Chose Herself First.
In another life... my mom chose herself first.
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it was always October / in my throat.
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To be free is to emancipate oneself from the pursuit of a destiny, to give up belonging to either the chosen or the outcast; to be free is to practice being nothing.
The Fall Into Time
Emil Cioran
I promise you, i was here , i felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air - and i went on destroying inside it like wind in the strom.
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Vincent van Gogh, Sien with a cigar, sitting on the floor beside the fireplace
I wished that I could sleep at days and wake up at nights
Night is more alive and more richly colored
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Persian Muslim scientists aesthetic
December, please be gentle with me this year
October took out the comfort in my throat, and November the light in my eyes.
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