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A darker mirror
"...Y largas comitivas fúnebres, sin tambores ni música,
desfilan lentamente en mi alma; La Esperanza,
vencida, llora, y la atroz Angustia, despótica,
en mi cráneo inclinado planta su negra bandera".
- Charles Baudelaire
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opia
Reblogged from dictionaryofobscuresorrows
n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.
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RADIOMARU.COM: Narrative theory re Scott Pilgrim
Reblogged from radiomaru
Tumblr user jaybarnham sent me two complicated questions…1. “I’m applying narrative theories to contemporary comics and graphic novels and i was just wondering if you could lend me a hand by answering a few questions. I was just wondering who you think the hero, false hero, villain and helper is…
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Time to say goodbye:
Yes. The time has come.
Time to move on from this love and close this chapter. And start a new one. Time to change the world. Your world. Our world. And not to moodily complain about it.
And to you, dearest reader, may I wish the following:
I hope your life is full of beautiful, magical, wondrous things. I wish you as much happiness as you can handle.
And then, just a tiny little bit more.
Peace.
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‘You find your way under my skin,I’m trying not to love you but I hate the way I keep givin’into you, like i always do, no matter how i try.Or maybe could it be, that your the part of methat’s keeping me alive.’
I’ve been avoiding you. Kind of. I hate to think that maybe we’re both better off just as quiet, distant, friends. That you might be happier that way. That I will spare you sorrow. That I won’t stretch my heart because of your gravitational field.
But I miss talking to you. I miss seeing you smile. And even more, making you smile.
I thought I saw you glancing at me, tonight. When I was leaving. Silently asking: Are you really leaving, again? I wish I was right. And I wish you miss talking to me too.
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Someday, I’ll love writing a song for you.
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semaphorism
Reblogged from dictionaryofobscuresorrows
n. a conversational hint that you have something personal to say on the subject but don’t go any further—an emphatic nod, a half-told anecdote, an enigmatic ‘I know the feeling’—which you place into conversations like those little flags that warn diggers of something buried underground: maybe a cable that secretly powers your house, maybe a fiberoptic link to some foreign country.
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J.R. Blackwell: They Can't Say "Yes" Unless You Ask
Reblogged from jrblackwell
They can’t say Yes unless you ask.
Sure, maybe they’ll say No. Perhaps No is even the likeliest outcome. Maybe the No will be embarrassing, maybe it will hurt your feelings, maybe it’s sad to know for sure.
But they can’t say Yes unless you ask.
There is an outside chance, they could nominate…
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‘You and me, too good to be, too true to be, too dumb to see.
Where I live and where you live, are not the same. We’re not to blame.’
Anyway I still want to see you. I long to see you. See you smile.
I want to make you smile. Forever and ever.
