[unleashed-imagination]

Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us.

— Donna Tartt

[pothosrays]

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[mahoganyamore]

tortured artist

[mahoganyamore]

november. the month of poets, thinkers, lovers, and writers.

[1five1two]

'Hiroshige and the Goldfish'. Kanji Nakamura. 1926.

[urgetocreate]

Oil on canvas

[academic-vampire]

𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 🌧️🏙️☕️🚕

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Source: Pinterest

[lone-nyctophile]

Poetry is what helps me remember that even in my fragments, I am whole.

- Jennifer Huang

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. September 1927 featured in “Diaries”

[academic-vampire]

𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰

[misguidedvibes]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Sylvia Plath

[justadeadpoetinsociety]

cttos <33 pinterest

[academic-vampire]

𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩, 𝔱𝔬𝔬.

[unleashed-imagination]

It is not what we think or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do. Or fail to do.

— Jane Austen

[weltenwellen]

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

[wonders-of-the-cosmos]

The Faint Rings of Uranus

Taken in January, 1986 by Voyager 2. Uranus assembled using orange, simulated green, and violet light. The rings were taken in clear (white) light, but colored red here.

Image Credit: NASA/JPL/Kevin M. Gill