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not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again
Monet's Garden, Giverny, France ( via )
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Love of the Last Tycoon (via lunamonchtuna)
the thing is, ellen bass
Elie Saab, Spring Couture Collection, 2022 🌸🧚🏻♀️✨🌿
Ahh the details of the dress, the gloves, the transparant fabrics, are everything!
so sick how the only way you can get experience is through experience. and the only way you can get good is through the humiliating ordeal of sucking ass at it
Incest: From a Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)
The Martyr (ca.1892) Albert von Keller
Juliana and her husband Edward Noel, Lord and Lady Campden.
A sample of haunting and troubling gifs of famous paintings. (Via giphy.com) From the artwork Beauty, by Rino Stefano Tagliafierro.
Julian K. Jarboe, “As Tender Feet of Cretan Girls Danced Once Around an Altar of Love.” Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel
woolgathering by patti smith
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
Elie Saab Couture Spring 2020
I never felt crazy, I just felt gone away.
The Chronology of Water, Lidia Yuknavitch (via decreation)
But somewhere deep in her mind an idea had begun to fester—perhaps the longing for safety was itself just another kind of violence—a violence of cowardice, silence, submission. What was safety, anyway, but the sound of a bomb falling on someone else’s home?
Omar El Akkad, American War (via jacobwren)
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