Utopia

I'm asleep and everything is a dream.

[4ngel77]

Vintage Avon lipstick commercial

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

Taleon Imperial Hotel | elya_7ard

[goldenbuttonsnpearls]

[s4mm4n-deactivated20150804]

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[slowdyke]

this is the sound of my life and soul in its entirety

[hearoine]

It makes me really emotional, I’m so in love

[apdistractions]

The Butterfly and the Ward

[afterllfe]

The Annunciation, Arthur Hacker, 1892 (details)

[persephone-flowerdust]

The flowers have come, and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you —

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to her lover Vita Sackville-West

[softshapely]

“Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.””

— Sufjan Stevens

[rosysmoke]

““Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.””

— Dylan Thomas

[lesbianrey]

name a more iconic duo than straight men and unnecessary commentary 

[exercicedestyle]

[aubreylstallard]

Bato Dugarzhapov

[heavenhillgirl]

Vivetta Concord Duchesse peplum top

[glitterdisposition]

“I am nobody: A red sinking autumn sun Took my name away.”

—

Richard Wright, from Haiku: The Other World, eds. Yoshinobu Hakutani and Robert L. Tener (Arcade Publishing, 1998)

[feminamorte]

[faithlessnun-deactivated2023092]

[rosysmoke]

“I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[milameux]