[xzxnm]

— You were supposed to leave.

— How could I leave without you?

[lipfilllers]

[xostargirlox]

Modesty by Antonio Corradini (1752)

[zegalba]

Belladonna of Sadness (1973) dir. Eiichi Yamamoto

[potato-face09]

[infinitetext]

Jean Aurel, De l’amour, 1964.

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘a dead leaf of a sick branch of a rotting tree’.

[text id: i am running out of metaphors / to hide this sickness in]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She craved for even more: to be constantly reborn, to cut away everything she had learned, that she had seen, and to make a fresh start in some new terrain where even the most trifling act might have some meaning, where she might breathe air as if for the very first time.”

— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Giovanni Pontiero, from “Near To The Wild Heart,”

[gobloggirl]

'Throw Away Your Books, Rally in the Streets' (1971)

[fuckyeahcoelacanths]

Coelacanth of Confidence Card by ModDessert

[vintage-tigre]

90s supermodel Shalom Harlow

[wovi]

[krispycl0uds]

This one resonated with me

[lamignonette]

[existential-celestial]

“I’m not doing awfully well but I’m trying very, very, very hard,”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Florence Ehrhardt, c. February 1974

[xanax-bae]

[urdreamgirlangel]

[lesbiancolumbo]

Street of Chance (1930, John Cromwell)