klassizismus:

by Jules Tavernier (French, 1844-1889)

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serialchilller:

I just want to cuddle for like 8 hrs straight

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dostoevsque:

i just want my books to consume me devour me unstring my bones and spit me out reborn.

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eridan-ampora:

i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people “complete” each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they’ll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.

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letsbelonelytogetherr:

Marina Tsvetaeva, On Love

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wrotten:

i identify as a bottle of red wine smashed on the tile floor of a grocery store

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kjthomas:

i want history museums i want art galleries i want forests i want long car drive i want book stores i want star gazing i want to feel.

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mohabbaat:

december???? what next??? 2024?????

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watchoutforintellect:

“I am growing, and I am doing it alone…”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Alfred Sexton, featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters

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saudisociety:

never forget how much i tried to keep you

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aqua-regia009:

The Orphan, c.1885 - oil on canvas.
— August Friedrich Schenck (German/French, 1828-1901)

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feral-ballad:

Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Gardens in Tunisia”

[Text ID: “There are days that walk through me / and I cannot hold them.”]

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flowerytale:

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles

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feral-ballad:

Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Reversal”

[Text ID: “I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.”]

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