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INFJ 2w1 24|chemistry grad student "Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind."

[lasylphidedubolchoi]

Mikhailovsky’s Le Corsaire

Photos by Nikolai Krusser

[hellanne]

Matias Alonso Revelli

[weltenwellen]

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

[leahberman]

poppy field sunset

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[drogonqueen]

Mary Oliver, “From the Book of Time”

Maggie Stiefvater, “Blue Lily, Lily Blue”

Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”

Walt Whitman, “Leaves of Grass”

[feuillesmortes]

Fyodor Dostoevsky, “The Brothers Karamazov”

[goodreadss]

“Things and people are not what we wish them to be nor what they seem to be. They are what they are.”

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[twofigs]

“what kept me sane was knowing that things would change, and it was a question of keeping myself together until they did.” nina simone

[happybecauseofgrace]

“If you inherently long for something, become it first. If you want gardens, become the gardener. If you want love, embody love. If you want mental stimulation, change the conversation. If you want peace, exude calmness. If you want to fill your world with artists, begin to paint. If you want to be valued, respect your own time. If you want to live ecstatically, find the ecstasy within yourself. This is how to draw it in, day by day, inch by inch.”

— Victoria Erickson

[quitzis-palace-deactivated20201]

[nouralogical]

Breathtaking aerial photography by Zack Seckler

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[90377]

[mu3y18mi]

ぽめお @pomeoooo

美しすぎる吉野山の桜を見てくれ

[jaapanese]

[knowyournewmeme]

*listens to Where is my Mind by The Pixies*

im gonna blow up my apartment

[sweetestsecrets]

“People who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.”

— Neil Gaiman (via quotemadness)

[adampvrrish]

uhh what is love

[dreame-rie]

“‘What goes too long destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.’”

— The Other Wind, Ursula K. LeGuin