only fools fall for you

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and I've always been clumsy

They’re scared because they know that the public is with Luigi.

They’re violating his rights because they need to maintain capitalism.

Keep talking about Luigi.

“The dossier adds that the public ‘may view the ensuing manhunt and subsequent arrest of Mangione as NYPD, and largely policing as a whole, as a tool that is willing to expend massive resources to protect the wealthy, while the average citizen is left to their own means for personal security.’”

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what's wrong babe you've barely touched your potential even though all your elementary teachers really liked you and said you were gifted and that you were going to do great things

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Kawase: “The word ‘document’ makes me think of the past, it gives me this impression. The word ‘memory’... memory is...”
Kazuo: "Do you feel like it's yours?"
Kawase: "It gives me the impression of living. The document, or the documentary, sleeps on a warehouse, and it belongs to the past. It feels like we are standing before the past. While the memory... the memory lives inside of us forever.”
Kazuo: "But the truth is, what we have in our memory is older than a documentary. What we keep in our minds is already dead. We remember what no longer exists. Having something in our memory is sad, it means it doesn’t exist anymore. No one is completely themselves. Someone has our second half, our second image. It’s the same with memory. The memory of someone... another person has a different part of this memory.”
Kawase: "Is that sad?"
Kazuo: "What is sad is the fact that it no longer exists.”

Camera Lucida: reflections on photography (Roland Barthes) / Katatsumori (Naomi Kawase, 1994) / Just Kids (Patti Smith) / Sans Soleil (Chris Marker, 1983) / Letter from a Yellow Cherry Blossom (Naomi Kawase, 2002) / Family Portrait Sittings (Alfred Guzzetti, 1975) / Diary (David Perlov, 1983) / The "I" of the camera (William Rothman on Guzzetti's Family Portrait Sittings) / Time Indefinite (Ross McElwee, 1993) / Diary (David Perlov, 1983)

I am home after ages and honestly I don't want to leave. It's not even about home or this town, I've never liked either, I don't know maybe I'm homesick about my sister and mom, maybe I just miss waking up at 10, or the home-cooked meals. I just don't want to leave for some reason. Ghar ki usually itni yaad aati nahi college mein so maybe it's just one of those days.

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I'm getting too comfortable with sadness; it scares me. Grief lives inside me like my childhood self. I give her the love she never had until it overflows into a flood of tears, but she's still afraid and I don't know what to do anymore. she gets further away in moments of happiness and I'm scared of letting her go. so i cling on to sadness like a child in a crowd afraid to get lost; afraid of the unknown.

— 𝓜𝓼. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮

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on leaving

what if i love you more than anything in this lifetime? what if i love you with the passion of a thousand suns in their dying breath? what if i'd let myself ruined by an extinguished flame if your love was to gain? what if i call for you a thousand times? it doesn't mean you'll come

balthazar, losers \\ fatima aamer bilal \\ trista mateer \\ unknown \\ unknown\\ jan heller levi

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