énouement

she/her. 22. pacific northwest. british columbia

[wovi]

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joy sullivan

[latte-themes]

snowy cottage

[anancientheart]

why are we replacing thinking and imagination and being inquisitive with… ai. go read a dead woman’s diary.

[body5000-deactivated20180929]

im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.

[mournfulroses]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

[ashstfu]

propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

[cosmicanger]

Montrose Spiral, Prehistoric Petroglyph

[weltenwellen]

Ilya Kaminsky, from “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck”, Deaf Republic

[metamorphesque]

"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen

[leatherandmossprints]

‘Sketch for Eros and Psyche’ by John Singer Sargent, c. 1917-21.

[celstialmusings]

[unbeknwn]

No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.

[ethelcainlovebot]

- Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

[ray-sussmann]

Light Spirit

©Raymond P Sussmann

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by A. Poulin Jr., Duino Elegies and The Sonnets to Orpheus

[eatpussypraylove]

It’s cool to not be totally healed from something 9 months later and it’s also cool to understand that you don’t really heal from anything you just live beyond it and find new happiness and it’s cool to grieve the loss of some sort of innocence you can’t quite name and it’s cool if you’re crying because I am too

[suburbanscrimshaw]