saved.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I felt like a shell of myself. So much so that I now have a hard time remembering those dark days in much detail. My mind has blocked them out. But I do remember being convinced that I wasn’t going to live.”

— Emilia Clarke quoted in “A Battle For My Life,” first published c. March 2019

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao // Dialogues on Love #6

[soracities]

Paul Eluard, “I Cannot Be Known”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)

[Text ID: “I cannot be known Better than you know me.”]

[da-rk-ac-ad-em-ia]

[freaki]

so pretty ✨🌹

[burningmine-deactivated20230217]

[tagtraumerin]

[tag-devilish]

Shoutout to the breakers of generational curses

[voirlvmer]

A lie is just a memory told in the wrong order. You’ll get there eventually. After all, there’s nowhere else to go.

Yves Olade, from “Symptom” (via voirlvmer)

[soracities]

“The weather is stormy. Something will burst: if not my patience, the sky”

— Etel Adnan, Paris, When It’s Naked