
Love Begins

Andulka
Three Goblin Art
we're not kids anymore.

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Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@theartofmadeline
noise dept.

Janaina Medeiros
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@bluedoze
Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere
Gaza, Palestine (2004). Photographed by Abid Katib.
I’m so pained about what’s happening in Palestine, every time a video appears on my feed it just breaks my heart over and over again. They don’t deserve what’s happening at all. Free Palestine 🇵🇸
This is beyond heartbreaking. This boy never leaves my mind. I just want to hug him and never let him go
Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
Transparent Aesthetic
*Source: quotelounge*
“Let’s raise children who won’t have to recover from their childhoods.”
— Pam Leo
We are constantly seeking explanations, but many things are the way they are for no particular reason. – Michael Lipsey
عَسَىٰ رَبُّكُمْ أَن يُبدِلَ أَحزانُكُم فَرَحاً قَرِيبًا
Ghassan Kanafani with the first leader of "The Palestine Committee" in Norway, Finn Sjue in 1970.
Lamb of God mosaic in presbytery of Basilica of San Vitale (built A.D. 547) Ravenna, Italy.
“The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.”
— Rumi
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, featured in The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
[Text ID: I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia―and a great deal of love.]
because the quietest people like me are those who do the most unexpected and violent things.
Anaïs Nin, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953