witch bitch

i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night

[oberynmartell]

no you live in a society, i live in unrealistic idealised romantic daydreams about fictional characters

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, “Dogfish.” Dream Work

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 2: 1934-1939

[heymarta]

Giardino delle Rose, Florence, Italy

[undinesea]

I suffer from a sweet and terrible sentimentality;

Anna de Noailles, from Le Visage Émerveillé

[slaterinc]

shalom harlow, 2004, shot by patrick demarchelier

[unusual-suspects]

Livre de la Vigne nostre Seigneur; France, 15th century; Bodleian Library, MS. Douce 134, f. 49v

[shisasan]

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟷𝟽, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

[nightquotes]

I was burning, while you came blaming me for the smell of ashes. -Fyodor Dostoevsky

[philosophors]

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

— Oscar Wilde, “The Critic as Artist”

[existentialyearning]

- Mandeq Ahmed, 'Ocean of Tears'

[onlyonekenobi]

i am a lover. but underneath that i'm a hater. and then underneath that i'm a lover again

[rainie-is-seasonchange]

Snow moon season.

(February 12, 2025)

[metamorphesque]

A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis

[philosophors]

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

— Oscar Wilde, “The Critic as Artist”

[sourdough-seal]

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental