她

no sé por qué estoy aquí

[aphroditing]

[nick-nellson]

[metamorphesque]

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[shisasan]

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[podencos]

*takes too long to do anything bc I can’t stop daydreaming*

[firstfullmoon]

Alex Dimitrov, from “Living in Time” [ID in ALT]

[sustancy]

[athenastudying-deactivated20220]

everything's terrible, do u think buying books would help

[pagesinmylife]

Maybe not but we should try just to be sure

[amygdalae]

sorry I say weird shit sometimes I’m just so excited to be alive

[callfaith-deactivated20240115]

matthew fucking healy.

[elleashe]

thirsting on him on tumblr and bullying him on twitter is the only right way to be a fan

[fairydrowning]

I always think about the concept of love letters. Like, someone taking their time and sitting down just to express their love and feelings for you. Someone writing for you and telling you how important you're for them. That's like such a sweet, loving and beautiful gesture.

[dark-romantics]

fuck off but like romantically

[fairydrowning]

When Sylvia Plath wrote "I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited."

[dovesandlove]

~ oh fall

[yorksnapshots2]

Apple Orchard.

[transmortifried]

no context november. figure it out.

[catonhottinroof-deactivated2023]

Jules René Hervé (1887 – 1981) 

Paris at Twilight