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we're not kids anymore.
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Idk why I don’t have a classic red Chanel like? I only have a burgundy one & I loooove red
Books & niche perfumes is what keeps me going
I wish to be sweet, one of those moonlit girls made of sugar
Thank God for coffee
I need 10 new designer bags tbh
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Katherine Mansfield, from "The Lonely One" in The Collected Stories
You. Me. Coffee. A rainy front porch in the woods.
“The nightmare always. Am I in love with the nightmare, as Kafka was, as so many poets?”
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. I: “September, 1933”
something so intimate about handmade stuff, handmade bread, handmade presents, or handwritten letters, in general intimacy and tenderness are stored in hands, in holding hands and playing with each other's fingers, warming each other's hands...
My reading slump is driving me insane where am I supposed to escape now
So tired of everything I swear
“I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favourite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind.”
— Breagha Young (via perrfectly)