Hanoi. Credit to Nang Nguyen.
trying on a metaphor

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
dirt enthusiast
we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
DEAR READER
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Kiana Khansmith
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Misplaced Lens Cap

Origami Around
Jules of Nature

roma★
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz

Andulka
Xuebing Du
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@brumeuxdouxamer
Hanoi. Credit to Nang Nguyen.
“In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.”
— Haruki Murakami
what they don’t tell you is you have to be so so careful when you listen to music because sometimes ☝️ it will reflect your experiences
hey i saw you across the echo chamber and i really liked what you were saying
Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Text ID: Two hundred and ten million years of desire wash through me. Blood-eater.
— Haruki Murakami, from Samsa in Love (via lunamonchtuna)
Jane Hirshfield, from a poem titled "Standing Deer," featured in The Asking: New and Selected Poems
megan lynne
[text ID: an exit wound that feels so fucking good // for three years i've had a bullet in my chest. / joan didion wrote do not whine. do not complain. / work harder. spend more time alone. / like any good disciple, i listened. / sometimes the bullet was soft, pink, gooey, barely there. / sometimes it burned blue with heat / & i laid in bed wondering if the work would kill me. / i did not whine when hunger sawed my body in half. / i did not complain when i walked for hours, / trying to get the sound of a sentence right. / i bled politely all over west virginia. // it is april. the work is done. / look, i have plucked the bullet from my body. / look, i ma not alone. look, i am alive. / purple wildflowers blooming everywhere. end ID]
All the people want is vampires and a direct deposit of $5000
"But this is my own maze, she told herself, this is the maze I grew up in; I could not be a prisoner here; I know the way so perfectly, and she turned and was further lost."
— Shirley Jackson, The Sundial
i miss reading books and having thoughts about them
Fabian Cháirez (Mexican, 1987) - Invocación (2015)
play it as it lays - joan didion
WUNMI MOSAKU • GLAMOUR UK
Meret Oppenheim. “Gloves,” 1985. Two gloves: Screenprint on goat suede, hand-stitched. (Courtesy of Lisa Wenger and Martin A. Buhler, Meret Oppenheim Estate)