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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
trying on a metaphor

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we're not kids anymore.
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Liberté, la nuit (Philippe Garrel, 1984)
Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.
k.b. // unknown
"Very early in my life, it was too late."
being alive is like,, being so full of love and so full of loss at the same time. a lot to carry around either way.
sorry man i can't make it tonight i'm in the torture room again (my brain)
Winter Light (1963), dir. Ingmar Bergman
Mark Steinmetz
Summer Camp, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, 1986
Dutch Magazine (May/June 2000), ph. Cometti
The Bite - Edvard Munch (1914)
Myrna and Flowers, c. 1920s
Scanned from Myrna Loy: Being and Becoming