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Jules of Nature
One Nice Bug Per Day
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That was the last sunrise I ever saw. Perhaps the kindest thing the dark gift has given me. // It was the last time I saw my brother. It was the last time I saw the sun. It was the only time I ever felt free.
Interview with the Vampire (2022 - ) // Sinners (2025)
🐱 ghibli cats 🐈
what is one line of poetry/writing that lives in ur head rent free please share i would like to know
#new girl moods #but it’s 2020
made a zine for class, based around one of my favorite quotes from the novel by catherynne m. valente. if you like communism and fairy tale romances, i highly recommend it.
BARRY REWATCH season one episode two
LNC: Piper Halliwell edition [insp]
the charmed ones + the four cardinal directions
justin roiland and I been knew
I promise you that.
Parts Unknown: Newfoundland
the goldfinch (2019) dir. john crowley
— Seventy Years of Sleep # 4, Nikka Ursula
“Be yourself.” “Follow your heart.” Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted —? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? Is Kitsey right? If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, reasonable hours and regular medical check-ups, stable relationships and steady career advancement, the New York Times and brunch on Sunday, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or — like Boris — is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?
The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley // The Goldfinch (2013) by Donna Tartt
lot of trouble, but worth it, yes?
