jordyn

[deliriatremens]

[achillesinhighheels]

choosing to ignore my weirdly symbolic dream because i have a lot going on rn already

[achillesinhighheels]

[lamignonette]

[kosmogrl]

[quotethat]

“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

[lionfloss]

Lauterbrunnen–Mürren Mountain Railway Mürren, Switzerland

[cr1mes]

[resampled]

[noorshirazie]

“We don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain.”

— Charles Bukowski

[luthienne]

Lucille Clifton, from The Book of Light; “Song at Midnight”

[woundthatswallows]

rest in peace sylvia plath you would have loved tumblr

[1dietcokeinacan]

The only things that’s natural are the sun the sky the trees. Plus you n me

[1-d-a-deactivated20200727]

David Lynch: The Art Life (2016)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don’t think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year. It is the season of reversals, when the birds no longer sing in the morning and the evenings are made up of equal parts golden light and black clouds. The rock-solid and the tenuous can easily exchange places until everything you know can be questioned and put into doubt.”

— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic (via shitiunderline)

[lovestereo]

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[sentimentalbot]

— James Baldwin, from, “If Beale Street Could Talk,” originally published in 1974