sometimes think of me as i think of you
that's all i ask for

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sometimes think of me as i think of you
that's all i ask for
Dreaming about living in Edinburgh and reading books while it rains outside takes approximately 94% of my time
donna tartt: literally writes an entire 600 page book about how it can be dangerous to do things just for the aesthetic
us, already making pinterest boards: oh to be a classics student in vermont in the 80s drinking whiskey from a teacup and occasionally murdering people
The feminine urge to not finish a book because I'm emotionally attached to it and don't want it to be over.
"Till death we do art," I always think about this statement and I think this is so true. Everything in this universe is about love and art. Art is in literally everything whether it's about making pasta or making cupcakes at midnight. Knowing and loving someone is art. Art is the reflection of everything in life, what we do, what we see or hear, what and how we wear, what we feel and how we breathe, everything is art.
This year I plan on living like the sleepless, tortured artist we all strive to be. Happy new year!
Painting: Sewing in lamp light by Christian Valdemar Clausen
We as a society should bring back writing letters.
It kills me that I don’t have enough hours in the day and years in my life to read all books ever written
That is my tragedy
Here’s a New Year’s wish from Neil Gaiman from years ago that I love.
“This year will take from me the hardened person who I longed to be. I am healing by mistake. Rome is also built on ruins.”
— Eliza Griswold
the life i dream about, will it ever be real?
When you get crafty and accidentally create a lil ✨a e s t h e t i c✨ scene
— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks
[text ID: My library is an archive of longings.]