Dostoevsky, The Idiot
Caspar David Friedrich, Gartenterrasse, 1811
(Collage: instagram @emmalinatotes)

Discoholic đȘ©

â
wallacepolsom
$LAYYYTER
i don't do bad sauce passes

ç„æ„ / Permanent Vacation
Aqua Utopiaïœæ”·ăźćșă§èšæ¶ă玥ă
we're not kids anymore.
Sade Olutola
Show & Tell

tannertan36
KIROKAZE

PR's Tumblrdome
h
Cosmic Funnies
No title available
Three Goblin Art
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

izzy's playlists!
YOU ARE THE REASON

seen from Germany
seen from Serbia
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from United States

seen from Bangladesh

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada

seen from United States

seen from Netherlands

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia

seen from Spain
seen from T1
seen from Greece

seen from Indonesia

seen from Colombia
@figtreeforever
Dostoevsky, The Idiot
Caspar David Friedrich, Gartenterrasse, 1811
(Collage: instagram @emmalinatotes)
If I had my life to live over poem - Nadine Stair - artwork by Studio Grafiikka, December 10th, 2020
You made me like this. All of you â you â you men that I so insanely loved so much. You are the ones that made me feel so alone. All of you â each of you in your individual way. I â I â I â was wrong to keep loving you. Like a fool, I followed love to the end. Like the sad haunted soul that I am, I followed you to the end.
Tracey Emin âI followed you to the endâ, 2024, photo by White Cube (Eva Herzog)
And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
:(
André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name
Aldous Huxley, Proper Studies
Caspar David Friedrich, Woman at a Window, 1822
(Collage: instagram @emmalinatotes)
i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and âdid you eat yetâ and books left outside your door and âi waited to watch this with youâ and splitting something in half to share and âim proud of youâ and folded towels and âyou can pickâ and heads on shoulders and âyouâre right, that was shitty. im sorryâ and knocks on doors and âDINNER!â and stupid jokes and âhey i got this for youâ and coffee made just right and⊠there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen
Iâve never wanted kids.
But Iâm not immune to societal pressures or the fear of future regrets.
They tell you to chase your jealousy, that itâs a strong indicator of what you really want.
My friend just had the most beautiful baby, her second. She said life has never felt more complete.
I felt so purely happy for her, nothing but warmth in my heart.
But not one ounce of jealousy.
And with that,
came peace.
At long last, it is complete.
Albrecht DĂŒrer, Melencolia I, 1514, engraving
Replicated in pencil on paper
The story of a marble worker Evrard Flignot from Brussels who devastated by the death of his wife built a pretty mausoleum for her in CimetiĂšre de Laeken.
At first look inside, there is a mourner reaching out to an empty wall. But, once a year, on the day of the summer solstice, the Sun draws a light that recalls this love for almost a century.
"It is better to be with a bad man who is a real person than with a good man who is only pretending."
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. by Robert Bly
Albrecht DĂŒrer, Melancolia I
When the doctor called and said can you sit down
These are the thoughts that came spilling out:
I want to love again
Nothing matters but friends and family
Why didnât I eat more of the treats I love
I canât leave, my cats would miss me too much
There was no reason to be so hard on myself
This body is perfect just the way it is
Spend it, you canât take it to the grave
Productivity is not what counts in the end
What was I so worried about all the time
We are not meant to do this alone
I want to share this clarity because I know what it feels like to be disenchanted by life. But now I know too what it feels like when your chance at it hangs in the balance. Every day is precious, the highs and the lows, the love and the hurt.
All those days spent wishing I was someone else, somewhere else, only to realize;
I am so glad I am here.
âHow amazing is it to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.â
â Nina LaCour
Ovid, Metamorphoses