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DISCLAIMER: My name is Magdaleno Rosales, not Ferdinand. That was a movie reference.
I am 18 years old.
My Writing. Music.
DISCLAIMER: My name is Magdaleno Rosales, not Ferdinand. That was a movie reference.
I am 18 years old.
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I now thought myself entirely safe from the dangers of love. I fancied that I could have preferred a single page of St. Augustine, or a quarter of an hour of Christian meditation, to every sensual gratification, not excepting any that I might have derived even from Manon’s society. Nevertheless, one unlucky moment plunged me again headlong into the gulf; and my ruin was the more irreparable, because, falling at once to the same depth from whence I had been before rescued, each of the new disorders into which I now lapsed carried me deeper and deeper still down the profound abyss of vice.
Abbé Prévost, “Manon Lescaut” (via acruella)
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why isn’t there a STRAIGHT pride parade?? why isn’t there WHITE history month? why isn’t there an international MEN’S day!? why isn’t there a hospital for WELL people?? why isn’t there a soup kitchen for RICH people??!?
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Is not the universe the residence of two fond and faithful lovers?
Abbe Prevost, Manon Lescaut - pg. 137 (via ecnef)
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A scene from Manon Lescaut by Aubrey Beardlsey
from The Early Work of Aubrey Beardsley, 1967
note the infinite distance between each individual. “a couple”: the ultimate fiction? what is a couple? can i feel it, physically, palpably, empirically? or is it an abstraction sans physical relevance?
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I AM A GOD
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i feel like if i get a twitter i will collapse within myself
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