[xmu102]

[happyheidi]

[metamorphesque]

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[metamorphesque]

The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation – a week’s, ten days’ – what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

[happyheidi]

‘My cat Max’ by Irina ♡

[shisasan]

𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎̈, 𝚆𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍: 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾𝟺𝟽]

[disciplinethepainter]

[academeia]

carolyn

[lifemaniac91]

[cottaqecore]

cottonbro (ig & pexels)

[unaliveish]

elle perrucci

[sickpage]

[lonelycity]

alex kittoe

[sabonhomeblog]

[priveting]

[jazzafari]

[ohamarys]

Spent some time by myself this afternoon. It involved a lot of walking, people watching, writing, taking pictures of guitar players on the sidewalk, and finding these wonderful postcards at an antique shop. I hope the soldier of the bottom picture made it home to his love x