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I've always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.    

I don’t want to be fucked up anymore.

❝ I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book Of Disquiet

"You have a sister, you’re never going to be alone;

Urban Vernacular by Irene Suchocki

The Brink
The Jezabels

cause when you’re looking back on yesterday
when you’re looking at the grand parade
when you’re looking back at better days
it’s cause you wanted something real
we all want something real.

You were the first person that I could see as a… p e r s o n .

- But I need you now.
- I can’t. I’m sorry.