When the day is done, my mind turns to her, and I think, with a special heat, “why are we to be separated?”
THE WORLD TO COME (2020) dir. Mona Fastvold
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Peter Solarz
we're not kids anymore.

izzy's playlists!

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todays bird
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Three Goblin Art

Love Begins

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When the day is done, my mind turns to her, and I think, with a special heat, “why are we to be separated?”
THE WORLD TO COME (2020) dir. Mona Fastvold
Carson & Greta + physical touch
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GET TO KNOW ME ✩ [1/10] female characters → delphine cormier
dickinson (2019) / emily dickinson, in a letter to susan gilbert.
Shiva Baby (2020) dir. Emma Seligman
“Dear March-- Come in--”
by Emily Dickinson
Dear March–Come in– How glad I am– I hoped for you before– Put down your Hat– You must have walked– How out of Breath you are– Dear March, how are you, and the Rest– Did you leave Nature well– Oh March, Come right upstairs with me– I have so much to tell–
I got your Letter, and the Birds– The Maples never knew that you were coming– I declare–how Red their Faces grew– But March, forgive me– And all those Hills you left for me to Hue– There was no Purple suitable– You took it all with you–
Who knocks? That April– Lock the Door– I will not be pursued– He stayed away a Year to call When I am occupied– But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come
That blame is just as dear as Praise And Praise as mere as Blame–
Being a Derry Girl, well, it’s a fucking state of mind!
The Letters of Emily Dickinson
i listen to my gay little songs. i think about my gay little characters. i cry. this is a normal tuesday
“Frankie stood looking into the sky. For when the old question came to her - the who she was and what she would be in the world, and why she was standing there that minute - when the old question came to her, she did not feel hurt and unanswered. At last she knew just who she was and understood where she was going.”
— The Member of the Wedding, Carson McCullers
scratching a girls back when she’s sleepy really is top tier romance luv
current gender: saying I'm a woman is weird and saying I'm not a woman is also weird
Christophe Jacrot
sometimes love is just doing things without having to be asked, making a cup of tea for someone as they’re working, packing an extra lunch because you know they’re rushed for time. Love doesn’t have to be expressed in grand gestures, to me, the little gestures of love matter more.
“late afternoon”
Painted on PS [2021.01]
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