Lumen prints are the source of melancholy.
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noise dept.
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
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almost home

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Lumen prints are the source of melancholy.
subwayhands + reading
Ручей (Creek), Ivan Bilibin, 1917
Dante’s Inferno illustrated by Salvador Dalì.
Nimit Nigam
one of my favourite things in the world is casual intimacy. a small hand on your back when you’re in crowded streets. a gentle kick from where they’re sitting across the table. a head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as they’re walking past you. and i think maybe love isn’t made up of grand gestures or explosive displays but that it’s made up of the little things. the little things that say i’m here and i care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that that there’s no need to think, because casual intimacy comes easy
the world that Paul Milinksi makes, i want to live there.
Fedora (Billy Wilder, 1978)
a few days and a few headaches later i finally completed my 500 piece puzzle
A Perfect Depiction of Clothing on a Marble Sculpture, from Thomas Ridgeway Gould’s piece: “West Wind”.
stargazing, the smell of earth after it rains, misty mornings by the sea, earl grey tea, lavender, the smell of old books, charcoal drawings, braids, long conversations late at night, quiet afternoons spent listening to music, baking, owls, winter, open windows, getting so absorbed in a book you forget the world exists, snow globes, watching milk swirl into coffee, getting up early to watch the sunrise, the sound of rain on a rooftop as you try to fall asleep, keeping a journal
Vojtěch Hynais (1854-1925)
Golden-haired girl, c.1900
it’s never too late. for anything: to apologize, to chase a dream, to try again, to forgive, to pick up a hobby, to fall in love, to change. you can do it whenever you want
“If you wish to be a writer, write.”
— Epictetus, Discourses
I recommend constructing a detailed image of who you want to be and how you want your life to be, down to all the details (love-life, work, money, your home, day to day life, etc). Flesh it out fully and let your heart and desires govern the whole thing, don’t hold back at all, create your ideal life. And everyday think about it - and feel it. Feel it as if your life is already that way. And make all your decisions according to its ultimate fulfillment. Get in touch with your values, what’s really important to you, and let them guide you.
William Miller (2011)