— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros

blake kathryn
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Three Goblin Art

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DEAR READER

Andulka
Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
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KIROKAZE
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kiana Khansmith

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Origami Around
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@always-and-evermore
— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros
by Syadza Salsabyla
Grown-Up
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
Vincent van Gogh Still Life with French Novels and Glass with a Rose 1887
Vincent van Gogh - "Field with Poppies" (1889)
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a poem titled "As unforgettable as you’re forgetful," featured in Moscow in the Plague Years: Poems
Ariel Day, from a poem titled "Long Term Memory," featured in Black Roses: Poems about Love, Heartbreak, Mental Health, Self Love
Elizabeth Bennet fanart in an art nouveau style - watercolour and ink
Inspired by the ‘95 miniseries design (the only true adaptation yes I will die on this hill)
I’ll tell you how the Sun rose — A Ribbon at a time — The Steeples swam in Amethyst — The news, like Squirrels, ran — The Hills untied their Bonnets — The Bobolinks — begun — Then I said softly to myself — ‘That must have been the Sun’! — But how he set — I know not — There seemed a purple stile That little Yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while — Till when they reached the other side, A Dominie in Gray — Put gently up the evening Bars — And led the flock away — Emily Dickinson
𝐸𝑢𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝐷𝑒 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑎𝑠 (𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙)
whoopss sorry i slipped up and hinted at the great darkness that roils within me. won't happen again
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals