January 7, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 2]
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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YOU ARE THE REASON
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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oozey mess

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almost home
Sade Olutola

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KIROKAZE

Andulka
we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
occasionally subtle
sheepfilms
seen from Malaysia
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January 7, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 2]
the power of a bowl of rice mixed with some fucking bullshit cannot be overstated
part of a recent reflection
“I came home. I enjoyed my bath. I enjoyed perfuming myself. I knew I was born for this, to do it over and over again, the ritual of the dressing, the perfuming for love, for sensuality. I enjoyed everything sensually,”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
A fanart of the boys. Got inspired from the train scene in Spirited Away. Might do another version of this soon.
l'ange déchu
Mermaiden Awakening by Iren Horrors
This artist on Instagram
I took Lucifer to Dunkin Donuts ☕️✨
This is the best day of my life. Lucifer will never hear the end of this from me.
(this screenshot is now my most prized possession)
How do I tell you I love you without choking on the words?
Growing up, I never heard my family say 'I love you'. It was something people confessed in films and books and not what mother said to us or father told my mother. I love you was an exotic bird that existed somewhere in the world- too far away from us. I love you was a weakness that required immeasurable strength.
So, I pour my love in the morning coffee. And in the evening, I peel an orange for you, I love you. And I send you 15 cat pictures an hour, I love you and I hope you see it. And I text you good morning at the same time everyday, I love you, I love you, I love you. And until I learn to swallow it and live in it and whisper it, I hope you see how much I love you.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
who's the most MILFish
Lucifer
Barbatos
Simeon
please stop
I just want someone who’s excited to make out with me and text me all the time.
I wanted to finish it on time on his birthday but I couldn't :') (cry in spanish)
Does anyone want to just run away together
sorry for documenting my suffering and delusions online do you still think im hot