𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

[mournfulroses]

Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933

[shisasan]

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 5. Sad, END ID]

[deviika]

Emily Dickinson // Virginia Woolf

[storm-of-feathers]

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary

[all-roads-are-now-bent]

M8, the Lagoon Nebula, and M20, the Trifid Nebula. Shot from Lake Kachess, WA. July, 13th, 2024.

[melancholiacs-deactivated202505]

― Leos Janacek, Letter to Kamila Stosslova, 8th May 1928

[frailbug]

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

[kupou-deactivated20170806]

life is honestly too short to be embarrassed over anything that sparks even a little happiness in you

[theoptia]

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959; August 1957

[hereilieundermyblanket]

“Be careful who you make memories with. Those things can last a lifetime.”

— Ugo Eze

[psikonauti]

Imants Tillers (Australian,b.1950)

Kangaroo Blank, 1988

Oil stick, gouache, oil paint and acrylic paint on 78 canvases

[hereilieundermyblanket]

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

[coolled]

[zelldas]

no other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves. love is all about choices. no one is going to be perfect for you, and i think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the whole world, was “made for you” because it isn’t true. no one is made for you, besides you. other people belong to themselves. if you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice

[kafk-a]

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[alaynestone]

tumblr seriously needs to stop fucking changing things all the time. if we wanted a modern site we'd go literally anywhere else. we are here because we hate change and live in the past and that should be respected.

[inkskinned]

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mikko Harvey, from For M (via lunamonchtuna)