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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Keni
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@garlicbread14
Daniel Garber (1880-1958) - Summer morning
Oil on canvas. Painted in 1912.
42.25 x 46.1 inches, 108 x 117 cm. Estimate: US$300,000-500,000.
To be sold Sotheby's, New York, 14 May 2025.
I wish everything was quieter and softer and less often.
I had been withdrawing into a retreat of numbness: it is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch one. But my honest self revolted at this, hated me for doing this.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“The best translations into English do not, in fact, read as if they were originally written in English. The English words are arranged in such a way that the reader sees a glimpse of another culture’s patterns of thinking, hears an echo of another language’s rhythms and cadences, and feels a tremor of another people’s gestures and movements.”
— Ken Liu, Translator’s Postscript to The Three Body Problem by Liu Cixin
"what are you gonna do with that degree?" I don't know. probably kill myself.
Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "Mrs Dalloway," first published in 1925
writing writing writing
*guy who is very clearly going through. something* oh yknow. just a little tired haha
boğaziçi uni
*remembers*
*gets sick to my stomach*
what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else