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If you’re the reason somebody is thinking of harming themselves, if you’re the reason someone is planing to take their own life, well congratulations. You are the chosen one. It only takes a while when you will have what’s coming for you.

So all it took for you to see you are not who you thought you were by intruding into someone else’s tranquility? 

All of you and your words, not to forget your funny promises, you don’t even have something to say for yourself. 

If we were in a different place, a different country -if we were in a different time or space –where I wasn’t burdened down by the responsibilities I can’t get my head off from, I’ld run to you and I’ld choose you. And I’ld choose you again. And again. And again.

I keep thinking if I have wronged myself by not reaching out for help. I keep thinking I have been a fool to not ask for help -for building concrete falls around me. But as it turns out, people are somehow built to let you down, to let go of your hand just when you need them to hold a little tighter. They let go. 

All the promises and pacts, all the words and boasting, all of that fades -just when you need it the most.

I am quiet on the outside, but I swear I have been screaming -hoping for anyone to hear me cry when I smile. I was a fool to hope that you’ll listen, that you’ll come running, trying to save me one more time. But you didn’t. Nobody did. And so I rot and decay, my bones in the grass, my ashes in the air. But I am no more.

It was oblivious in the beginning –my tendency to fall for the loneliness. Now that I tried to feel the affection for once and was walked over, I am crawling into a tiny room to suffocate myself and I seem to enjoy the quiet, more than I ever did before.

Jacopo Tintoretto, ‘Miracle of St. Mark: The Discovery of the Saint’s Body,’ 1562-1566,

Jacopo Tintoretto, ‘Miracle of St. Mark: The Discovery of the Saint’s Body,’ 1562-1566, Pinacoteca di Brera 


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The memories will forever remain and history will repeat itself. Over and over and over

The memories will forever remain and history will repeat itself. Over and over and over


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LOVE #mykonos #nostalgia #inlove #imissmykonos #greekislands #greece #ellas #greekpride #beautiful #

LOVE #mykonos #nostalgia #inlove #imissmykonos #greekislands #greece #ellas #greekpride #beautiful #naturalbeauty #amazing #memories #love #live #travel #follow #tag #blueandwhite


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bpdrotten: My dramatic ass when anything goes even slightly wrong Ahhhh, classics.  I see this book

bpdrotten:

My dramatic ass when anything goes even slightly wrong

Ahhhh, classics.  I see this book and I raise you the one I grew up with…


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Goodbye long summer days, warm nights, late walks, sundresses and beautiful summer sunsets. Goodbye

Goodbye long summer days, warm nights, late walks, sundresses and beautiful summer sunsets. Goodbye beer gardens!
It was a pleasure.


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Take me back when it was was 2010 and we used to drive round the abounded city listening to Drake in your Chevy….

“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that.

“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.”

—  Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

Throwback to the time I photographed Kazuo Ishiguro for Shinchosha publishers.


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