i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other's names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
KIROKAZE
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Kiana Khansmith
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Xuebing Du
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Jules of Nature
Claire Keane
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i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other's names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist
oh to be keira knightley in pride and prejudice (2005)
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry written c. January 1921 in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920-1923
pretty sure i could romanticise anything, i am deeply delusional.
My Sin by Lanvin (1964)
mirror palais spring 2023
~ Courtney Peppernell
Worst thing ever in the whole world is when a thunderstorm is forecasted and then it doesn’t storm. literally so rude I was excited for this all day.
I’ve been listening to ghost for 3 years and it’s great that they’re really popping off mainstream- but I will not be accepting any slander from metal heads who just wanna shit on their music
“they’re the abba of metal” and your not wrong they are abba if abba was a rock band okay
but that’s what we want, we want rock abba with men wearing masks
Exhibition quality German hunting knife with chiseled silver mountings and sheath, stag handle. Late 19th or early 20th century.
from Rock Island Auctions
She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost; she had walked into pure chaos, and not a chaos which carried her like the galloping of romantic riders in operas and legends, but which suddenly revealed the stage props: A papier-mache horse.
Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love (via paper-fairy)
But where do we find what’s lasting? Where do the deathless things hide?
Adam Zagajewski, A Defense of Ardor: Essays, trans. Clare Cavanagh (via paper-fairy)
Alain Delon and Romy Schneider. March, 1961
october, november, and december (the holy trinity)