
oozey mess
YOU ARE THE REASON

blake kathryn

tannertan36
we're not kids anymore.

@theartofmadeline
Today's Document
Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH

pixel skylines
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Origami Around
Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kaledo Art

titsay
KIROKAZE

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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@ableedofblue
josef honzik
Sayat-Nova, aka The Color of Pomegranates (1969)
Lesbian Lovers Kissing In Tiananmen, 2006
The smell of death, the smell of decomposing flesh, pervaded me, body and soul. It seemed to me that I had always been saturated with the smell of death and had slept all my life in a black coffin...
Sadeq Hedayat, The Blind Owl and Other Stories; from 'The Blind Owl', tr. D. P. Costello
“Does love bring, even if unconsciously, the delusional arrogance of expecting never to be touched by grief?”
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief
Robert M. Lambert - Pola, from the book Sexy Ladies (1977)
“I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.”
— Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena [translated by Tania and James Stern]
“My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination.”
— Sleep, Haruki Murakami
amy winehouse by jake chessum