“I am so fond of romantic things, just as if I were a heroine in a book.”
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (1908)

Love Begins
RMH
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@theartofmadeline
Mike Driver
YOU ARE THE REASON

gracie abrams
Jules of Nature
ojovivo
EXPECTATIONS
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Not today Justin

shark vs the universe

tannertan36
hello vonnie
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

#extradirty
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@fourteenthriver
“I am so fond of romantic things, just as if I were a heroine in a book.”
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (1908)
Be yourself so ppl looking for u can find u
i hate floating shelves
frieda lepold
YOUVE BEEN ON MY MIND YOUVE BEEN ON MY MIND YOUVE BEEN ON MY MIND SO LONG I CANT DEAL WITH IT YOUVE BEEN ON MY MIND AND ILL WASTE MY TIME
i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.
my luminous mama
maybe this time picking at Textures on my skin will lead to being silky smooth
bleeding
— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’
writing specifically and creating art in general is the only way we can experience ourselves from an outsider perspective in the future.
“Dreaming of monstrous loves and fantastic universes,”
— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “The Impossible,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
good poetry makes me want to kill myself but by staying alive
the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world