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Jasmine Jane World (aka my room)

(The paintings from my desk are all mine 😁)

I settled for love that only left me scarred

Only told me I'm gorgeous, when he's semi-hard

And I cried in the bathroom while he played guitar

Now I lay in the bedroom and I travel far

He called me a flower and still broke my heart

He picked on my petals and tore me apart

Now I'm out in the garden 'cause love didn't last

Last in real life, so I spend my time

Reading about it, turning the pages, and pages

Allowing myself to fade in the story about him

Kiss me in chapters, love me in writing

I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning

We'll have a house and the house is a home

And the home has a fence and I won't be alone

Leave a kiss on my forehead and I won't have to worry

'Cause our hearts never break if we're living in a story

And I'll make you breakfast and some for the kids

And they'll play piano and take vitamins

And they'll believe in love 'cause they look up to us

And you would just adore me, living in a story

I'll be the author, the insomniac

Sell creative and maybe, I get paperback

And I'll bookmark the pages to freeze where I'm at

Because time doesn't freeze, I'll beg and I'll plead, just to

Wait here a second, the snow falls upon

Your eyelashes, it's heaven, reality's hell

We'll be somewhere in Devon and we'll bake

A pumpkin pie, spend all of my time

Reading about it, turning the pages, and pages

Allowing myself to fade in the story about him

Kiss me in chapters, love me in writing

I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning

We'll have a house and the house is a home

And the home has a fence and I won't be alone

Leave a kiss on my forehead and I won't have to worry

'Cause our hearts never break if we're living in a story

And I'll make you breakfast and some for the kids

And they'll play piano and take vitamins

And they'll believe in love 'cause they look up to us

And you would just adore me, living in a story, there'll be

No pain and no crying, no sitting in silence

No wishing for change, no change in my diet

No guilt on your conscience, no blood on your hands

No salt in our seas, no stones in our sand, there's

No hatred or violence, no little white lyin'

No waiting for pain, no love unrequited

No thorns in my roses, no sorrow unplanned

'Til then I'm content with my book in my hand

"To walk among the falling leaves

And breathe the autumn air..."

— Laura Jaworski

Dead Poets Society (1989)

Director: Peter Weir

Cinematographer: John Seale

Ok Mr keating

Angel of Grief or the Weeping Angel is an 1894 sculpture by William Wetmore Story for the grave of his wife Emelyn Story at the Protestant Cemetery in Rome. Its full title bestowed by the creator was The Angel of Grief Weeping Over the Dismantled Altar of Life.

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by benedikteroness

Into great silence

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

—Annie Dillard, The Living

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951

—  Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

чем больше узнаю людей – тем больше люблю деревья!

humans and their pets

A Netflix Mike Flanagan horror series? More like “damn this house is really fucked up, here’s how in 10 or less episodes”

— Mahmoud Darwish, Palestinian Poet & Writer

Prague in Anthropoid (2016) dir. by Sean Ellis.