[strwberree]

Via @ michelledelrio

[the-night-picture-collector]

Menno Huizinga, Children hanging on a full Train after the Liberation, 1945

[teaandcoffeelove]

Balinese tea set by livinlucid on Flickr.

[heaveninawildflower]

Pages from ‘The Wondrous Transformation of Caterpillars and Their Strange Diet of Flowers’ ( 1679–83 ).

Illustrated (engravings) by Maria Sibylla Merian (German, 1647–1717). Published Germany.

Image and text information courtesy MFA Boston.

[briqou]

“There’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood.”

— Brad Meltzer

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“My mind is locust-dark, my heart is honey-heavy.”

— John Lazear Okrent, from “The Trouble With Describing The Winter Sky,” Field (no. 97, Fall 2017)

[sheabutterbitch]

No context for this but focus on the ones who stay

[annabergold-deactivated20250926]

[italyphotos-deactivated20190629]

Genova, Liguria

[teenytinymoss]

shoutout to coffee

[hunnytrash-deactivated20181205]

[vianoa]

x

[sunbathe]

[adrasteiax]

Could we remain quiet on earth and bear it, the war we make inside

Joanna Klink, from What Is (War) in “Raptus” (via brilaro)

[carlosaranzamendy]

[bruwho]

@sabinasocol

[makinginfinity]

[jehovahhthickness]

Sometimes people need their space. They’re not cutting you off … they just need time to fucking breathe and take care of themselves.

That shit has nothing to do with you.

[polykowiak]

“Swimming in a love-mist Like the haze of Autumn;”

— Sappho, from Selections; (via violentwavesofemotion)