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[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Richard siken / dave eggers

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sylvia path

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

[zegalba]

[metamorphesque]

“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

[ouiouhie]

the siren 🌊

[vintagehomecollection]

Folk art is displayed under a ceiling lined with Greek rag rugs in Frogmore’s festive dining room and kitchen.

The Los Angeles House, 1995

[selkielore]

remembering the absence of something is also a presence induced madness

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem

[gnawgag]

I bet on losing dogs - mitski // deborah williams

[catcrumb]

[lovekatxox]

My Bedroom Is A Sacred Place Now —There Are Children At The Foot Of My Bed

From Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass by Lana Del Rey

this is forever going to be my favorite poem lana ever wrote. i read it at least once every month.

[jeniferprince]

ghoulfriends!

check more of my work on instagram // buy prints here

[vintagehomecollection]

Antiques at Home, 1989

[wedarkacademia]

― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

[text id : “To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge]

[catcrumb]

[pechebo]

they had a great time

[heavensghost]

Once you were lost and now you’re back home