[youdbesonicetocomehometo]

When I remember myself I become pure again

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: my solitude is an intoxication: I am, I'm in control, I love myself, and I scorn everything else.

[sentimentalbeingg]

I hate lustful men like do u even know i add cardamom to my tea

[yourstorai]

I hate lustful men like do u even know i press flowers between the pages of books

[laurapetrie]

“She looks like a pink bonbon on the top of a box of candy.”

— Edmund Wilson, I Thought of Daisy (1929)

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 1. Too tired. END ID]

[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926

[freshpickle]

please be nice to me, i'm in my twenties. do you know what that does to a person

[dollehouse]

Grace Kelly, 1956.

[allaloneatsunset]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— emily brontë; wuthering heights

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

[ahotknife]

izabella miko in the music video for mr. brightside

[malojasnake]

— To Raja Rao, by Czeslaw Milosz

[louisegluck]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals [ID in alt text]

[theoptia]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

Text ID: Are you fond of roses? It feels to me: as if all the roses in the world bloom for you and by means of you,

[princessofwallachia]

[iamfawnish]

best form of antisocial media

[mournfulroses]

Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde