“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
— Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via coral)
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“We were always going to say goodbye, weren’t we?” “Yeah. I think so.“ “I loved you though. I loved you so much.” A pause. “I know. I know. “I loved you too.””
— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #185 (via blossomfully)
Man I love learning history because sometimes you learn things that’s not widely known just like how Beethoven’s Fur Elise was actually made for one of his students that he was in love with named Therese. She was a mediocre piano player so he made a melody so easy that even she could play it and impress people (hence the very iconic tune in the beginning) but then he finds out that she was engaged to a different man and so Beethoven basically made the other parts so that she can never play it and if that’s not petty culture then idk what is.
not to start any drama but once you realize that you do not need men to be happy/complete/sexually satisfied & that their roles in the lives of women have been greatly exaggerated, you open your life up to a quiet and peaceful independence. i appreciate that you can want men and love them, but you don’t need them for a single solitary thing, not even to become a mother, and once i understood that i added 548 years to my life expectancy
I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh
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