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wedarkacademia:

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I went out into the rainy dusk and grew utterly drunk with the marvellous sadness of a night of heavy mist. My heart was full of hectic melancholy.

Renée Vivien, from A Woman Appeared to Me, tr. by Jeannette H. Foster

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virginiewoolf:

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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

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literally all I can say is;

fuck. you.

From the bottom of my heart, fuck you.

No, seriously.

I was F I N E. I was doing better. I didn’t need you. I didn’t even want you, how could I let this happen?

Let’s not forget though, YOU reached out, YOU made the moves.. but I was too eager for it.. all of it.

Consider the bridge burned. Friends no longer, in this life or the next. I will not be a pawn in your fucked up games. I will not continue to be your fall guy, the bad guy, the villain.

We’re done.

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