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letterful

ncrediblechels

probuccalfat

i’m printing this out and i’m putting it on the mirror so i can confront myself with it

merulae

“The French called this time of day ‘l’heure bleue.’ To the English it was ‘the gloaming.’ The very word ‘gloaming’ reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.”

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights

projectiondepartment

every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation

projectiondepartment

this one btw

nourrice

I love pasta and bread and enjoying myself

everoutoftouch

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

#girls by the 1975 lol #this weather makes me very nostalgic

luntfontanne

cannot stop thinking about this tweet… AUGH 😭

kosmogrl

#late summer/early autumn air always takes me back to my childhood

financeprincess

Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.