Flame on the Moon

Think of me, when you're alone and you can't sleep. I'm on the other side of the world, doing the same thing.

[hildeeveraert]

Nina Leen, The Reader, 1945

[lesbianirl]

if a girl is reading a really interesting book she shouldn't have to go to work. she's expanding her mind and bettering herself and her employers should understand that

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[lune-00]

"I keep trying to convey something which cannot be conveyed, to explain something which cannot be explained, something in my bones, which can only be experienced in these same bones."

franz kafka, letters to milena

[swampreligion-deactivated202501]

i love my misandrist mother i asked her one time if she liked lord of the rings and she said “i’m tired of men going on adventures”

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care if we watch it or not. It will keep on being beautiful, even if no one bothers to look at it.”

— Gene Amole (via quotemadness)

[pukicho]

cha cha real scared

[macfucksjohnny]

[eatpussypraylove]

Sometimes as a woman it’s important for you to wake up late and be alone in the house on a cloudy cold day with your feelings.

[luvbey]

*Still uses pinky promises as a legitimate foundation of trust*

[biexboyfriend-deactivated202305]

bi stickers from the late 80s (source)

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.

[45teen]

[learnelle]

Last night I took myself on a date to Musée d'Orsay and I got a bit emotional. The last time I went there was right before the second 2020 french lockdown, a trip completely organised by my ex. It felt strange to be back there, now as somebody single and living in Paris. I thought I’d feel nostalgic, but instead I felt excited for all the other museums I’ll visit with all the other friends I’ll meet. Life goes on, and that’s a very pretty thing 🤍

[cruellesummer]

And it feels good to be known so well I can't hide from you like I hide from myself

[seventh-victim]

teenagers listening to records c.1944  (photo: Nina Leen)

[catasters]