[sailermoon]

james baldwin was so right when he said “the children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.”

[lilyadoreparis]

L’été à Paris. Summer in Paris.

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

i’m doing it for the plot (creating a beautiful life for myself no matter the cost)

[farmgf]

IT’S SPRINGTIME YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. PASS THE INSTRUCTIONS ON NOT GIVING UP BY ADA LIMÓN

[farmgf]

IT’S THE GREENING OF THE TREES THAT REALLY GETS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!

[kosmogrl]

hey, don't cry. summer fruits soon, ok?

[lonelyroommp3]

literally how i feel after one 20 degree april day

[mollyyoung]

[7l7l7l7l7l7l7l7]

“are u ok” no where is my kiss

[julieterbang]

oiaoooa

[thewildetyme]

“i read the book you recommended” is a love language.

[straightboyfriend]

sorry for acting so strange & irregular it will happen again

[mayonezli]

[brunetteg1rl]

loving loneliness and being alone, hating loneliness and being alone, believing that everyone is alone, believing that nobody is alone (all of these at the same time)

[squid-star]

Brooo you’re not a burden! *holds your heart carefully in my hands*

[soracities]

“[We should] refrain from reading such notions as “fictive”, “fabricated”, and “untrue to life” into the word “novelistic”. Because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. They are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence…into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual’s life […] Without realising it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.

It is wrong then to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences…but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty.”

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

[quotemadness]

“Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?”

— Haruki Murakami

[podencos]