larissa

words how little they mean when you're a little too late

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “The Burning Heart”, Poems 1962 - 2012

[eijulieta]

Hoje apaguei seu número. As conversas eu havia apagado há algum tempo, mas as fotos continuam guardadas naquela pasta trancada e sua blusa azul está no fundo da gaveta. Aos poucos estou deixando você ir.

Cadê seu Romeu, Julieta?

[starlightacademia]

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

[dailykafka]

— July 13, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

[dailykafka]

— July 8, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

[fordarkmornings]

Léon Frédéric (Belgian, 1856-1940)

The Sorrowful Annunciation, 1927

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[fordarkmornings]

Pierre Dumont (French, 1884-1936)

Tea Party in Garden

[soft-lovely]

this painting

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

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[leanhottie]

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— Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre

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[fairydrowning]

– Sue Zhao

[TEXT ID: I know what you wanted. You wanted someone to save you. / No, I wanted somebody to love me. / I think it's the same. It's the same. END ID]

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