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22 — intj if it's meant to be then it will be

[jesuschristssupernova]

this coffee tastes like i can still have a beautiful life

[moonandstarshangoutinbars]

my last straw, my thirteenth reason why, my breaking point, the end of my rope etc etc etc

[psikonauti]

Henri Biva (French, 1848-1928)

Pond in the mist, 1910

Oil on canvas

[mothercain-deactivated20231124]

will it be like this forever

[desultory-suggestions]

Love takes practice. You won’t always get it right on the first try. You’ll love too hard and trip over your own feet. You’ll love too quietly and they won’t hear you. You’ll love just right and they won’t appreciate it. But you’ll never stop loving, and you’ll grow in your understanding of love until it fits just right. And one day someone will see you and be so happy to practice loving with you, it will all be worth it.

[twinsfawn]

ethel cain (hayden anhedönia) shot by silken weinberg

[fembutchboygirl]

"I'm fem-presenting!" "My presentation is masculine!" "I present androginously!" well I forgot there was a presentation today and it's too late to put anything together

[soracities]

Clarice Lispector, excerpt from “The Discovery of the World” (July 6, 1968), Too Much of Life: The Complete Crônicas (trans. Margaret Jull costa & Robert Patterson) [transcript in ALT]

[ethelcainlovebot]

[juulcourse]

abab

assigned born at birth

[sprachtraeume]

assigned baby at birth

[thegreatjackal]

all babies are bastards

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

[midnightsbycandlelight]

[text ID: “Hope is the small hole cut into the honest machinery. The milk crate is still a milk crate, but with the right opening, a basketball can make it’s way through. If I am going to be afraid, I might as well do it honest. Arm in arm with everyone I love, adorned in blood and bruises, singing jokes on our way to the grave” -end ID]

[thepersonalwords]

“Think of yourself as dead. you have lived your life. Now, take what’s left, and live it properly.”

— Marcus Aurelius

[valtsv]

*goes insane thinking about romance*

[vmplvr1977]

Becomes incredibly awkward and shy when actual romance happens.

[telling-tragedy]

richard, groggily, in bed: where are you going?

henry, sat up: I have to leave milk out for the spirits

[wonderstruck]

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

[praguehead]

The Bacchante, Gerome Jean-Leon, 1853 

[moved-to-theundergroundwoman]

'The Madonna of the Roses' and 'The Madonna of Pietà' by William-Adolphe Bouguereau