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[floralpoeticss]

may gave way to june like a slip of silk —

[oparhelion]

He places me where he wants to place me. Incense. Worship. Illusion.

— Anaïs Nin, from “Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932”

[un-writ-tenn-deactivated2023012]

[vespertilii]

I really would love to make some chai this autumn/winter, even though I’m probably gonna be the only one who will be drinking it..

[smallrituals]

Andi Veskioja

[belllbear]

Enjoy being while becoming

[thunderstruck9]

Rachid Koraïchi (Algerian, 1947), Les ailes bleues des Anges (14) [The Blue Wings of the Angels (14)], 2022. Acrylic on canvas, 150 x 150 cm.

[04k96]

[slam-asian]

Autumn Leaves and Grasses (Akikusa zu urushi-e senmen), Shibata Zeshin, mid-19th century, Saint Louis Art Museum: Asian Art

https://www.slam.org/collection/objects/4025/

[violentwavesofemotion]

“Suddenly I was crying. It was already love.”

— Clarice Lispector, from Água Viva (via violentwavesofemotion)

[jocelynlaroux]

“She puts herself on a level of intransigence and perfection; she has a taste for the definitive and absolute: if she cannot control the future, she wants to attain the eternal.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex (Translated by Constance Borde & Sheila Malovany-Chevallier)

[theminimalisto]

[plum-japonais]

via instagram forevervanny

[saintmarc]

[dopecultury]

[55five]

If it’s meant to be I’ll see you later

[eleganceofhersoul]