You don't realize how much effort you've put into covering things up until you try to dig them out.
Writers & Lovers, Lily King
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almost home
we're not kids anymore.
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You don't realize how much effort you've put into covering things up until you try to dig them out.
Writers & Lovers, Lily King
Waiting for my tulips to bloom too…
…you get trained early on as a woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them. Sometimes you mix the two up in a terrible tangle that’s hard to unravel.
Writers & Lovers, Lily King
The Oval, Naoshima Island, Japan, designed by architect Tadao Ando
my new nails by luca
u can start over & over & over & over again!
Harry for Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally
I couldn’t sleep beside him. It was too strong. I wanted him too much.
Writers & Lovers, Lily King
You called a few more times that winter. You asked if we could see each other in the spring and I said no. Oh, how I wanted to see you, that lonely winter in Pennsylvania. Those calls reawakened all the love and all the wounds. I couldn't trust you again with my heart. I was glad when you didn't call back.
Heart the Lover, Lily King
Keetje Kuipers, Beautiful in the Mouth
they should invent a way to live my own life without the anger & despair that lingers
Words by Marguerite Duras
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yuhan wang spring ‘26
What is the moment of death? The hook, the line or the sinker? When I fell in love with him? When I trusted him? When he betrayed me? What kind of death is it?
Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries