autology

The study of one's self.

[thesleepingstag]

Again alone,

With barely yourself.

[journalofanobody]

“In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia.”

— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being   (via afroui)

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[victoriaelyse]

“Really, when I look back on it, I did exactly what I had set out to do. I changed my life. I woke myself up. I rediscovered passions of every variety. I forced myself to take a little time. I found a way to bring some of who I used to be into who I was.”

— Katherine Center, Everyone is Beautiful  

[remanence-of-love]

[quotefeeling]

“and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.”

— Unknown

[amyafton]

“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you are ready. I have this feeling that actually no-one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now.”

— Hugh Laurie (via psych-facts)

[metamorphesque]

William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

[fatimazainab]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[art-wallpapers]

Julian Onderdonk (1882 - 1922)

Sunlight and Shadow

Cactus in the Rain

Rocky Hillside Quiet Pool

Early Spring - Bluebonnets and Mesquite

October Sunlight

Bluebonnet Field, Early Morning

[neckkiss]

[soundgrammar]

“The experiences that matter are often the ones we never wanted to do, not the ones we decide to do.”

— Alberto Moravia

[sadladypoetssociety]

“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

[frogdilf-archive]

the magnus archives / sappho / lord of the rings: the two towers (dir. peter jackson) / florence + the machine / v.e. schwab

[skirtmag]

French artist Claire Basler’s studio at Chateau de Beauvoir

[romcommunist]

wish the stock market was about tasty soups and stews instead of whatever fantasy land nonsense it actually is about

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems