fucked up recovering artist

IG: @maitology

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

[remanence-of-love]

[nixscriptum]

[dumblr]

I think I’ve healed so much that I don’t like anyone anymore.

[thoughtkick]

“And I knew it. That’s the worst part: I knew it.”

— Marguerite Duras, The North China Lover

[lesbianherstorian]

“want” from cold river: poems by joan larkin, october 1997 

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— josé olivarez // natalie diaz

[strykerlancer-deactivated202405]

— Hélène Cixous, from “Hyperdream.”

[feral-ballad]

Kevork Emin, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "The waiting"

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: my solitude is an intoxication: I am, I'm in control, I love myself, and I scorn everything else.

[angelicdewdrop]

[greenfinchg-illustration]

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[anathemaito]

The Bastion in A Plague Tale: Innocence

[myspyslkyasm]

[soft-lovely]

moments in love

[poeticallybitter]

[draculasswife-deactivated202212]

Baroque corset by Joyce Spakman.