π‘π―ππͺπβ€οΈβπ©Ή

ellievsbear
sheepfilms
EXPECTATIONS

@theartofmadeline

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Phantogram Three

if i look back, i am lost
The Bowery Presents
Interview Vampire Daily
πͺΌ
untitled
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
Monterey Bay Aquarium
noise dept.

Discoholic πͺ©
art blog(derogatory)
I'd rather be in outer space πΈ
ojovivo

No title available
seen from Ukraine

seen from Malaysia
seen from Kenya
seen from Poland

seen from Brazil

seen from Kenya
seen from France

seen from Chile
seen from Iraq
seen from Portugal
seen from TΓΌrkiye
seen from United States
seen from Portugal
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Qatar

seen from United States
seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
@h-a-g-a-k-u-r-e
π‘π―ππͺπβ€οΈβπ©Ή
I donβt know why canβt we be drama free
More than just a minute I keep asking myself,
What the hell am I doing in this�
βκ·Ήβμ λ¬ν βν¬λΉβκ° κ°λ§λλ βλλΌλ§
DRAMA (2025) - G-DRAGON μ§λλκ³€
She has a charming nature; rather whimsical, and even sensual.
--Virginia Woolf
She is her own heroineβcapricious, exacting, exquisite, very learned, and beautifully dressed.
Virginia Woolf, describing Hope Mirrlees in a letter to Lady Cecil written c. September 1925
If I lived by the sea I would never beΒ reallyΒ sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour.
Sylvia Plath,Β The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940β1956 β βΒ Aurelia Schober Plath, 18th July 1951
Sylvia Plath (age 21) in Wellesley, Massachusetts holding a dandelion puff, c. 29 August 1954
...
Palely lit by
snuff-ruffed dandelions, white daisy wheels and a tiger faced
pansy, it glows. O it's no family tree
--Sylvia Plath, from the poem "Polly's Tree", 1959, in: The Collected Poems (1981)
βGo out and do something. It isnβt your room thatβs a prison, itβs yourself.β
β Sylvia Plath
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Strachey (September 1925)
βI wait and ache.β
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
βthe woodsβ
Nature and cottagecore
Old me: Begging people to act right.
New me: Detachment.
Flying in a dream,
stars by the pocketful
Here's a new wallpaper for you by meπ€