deja vu

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[shisasan]

To whoever is reading this,

I hope in 2026 you choose yourself again and again, and live so fully that your life becomes inaccessible to anything that costs you your peace.

🜍 ⟡ ⟢

[shisasan]

Find me in the secret places. Recognize me, wrap me up, pull the knots tight, tight… Light your name in the depths of night. Drown your sea in my mouth. ~ Aleksandra Alba  

[shisasan]

October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy. Angela Carter

[shisasan]

“The September storms–the hurricane warnings far away, the sudden gales, the downpour of rain that we have so badly needed here for so long–are exhilarating, and there’s a promise that what September starts, October will carry on, catching the torch flung into her hand.”

— Faith Baldwin, Evening Star (1966)

[shisasan]

Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl - The Souls of Acheron (1898)

[ketzalcoatl]

ketzal_coatl

[shisasan]

“In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets.”

— Cynthia Rylant, In November

[requiem-on-water]

Ghost buck by Kip Loades

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[darkcottagecorewitch]

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by Andrey Sibilev

[seabeck]

Umbrellas for a rainy day

[ireth-alcarin]

[nobrashfestivity]

Masao Yamamoto, Bonsai Trees

[sobforsirius]

A misty spring morning in Bath // ig: kristinelizabeths 

[gacougnol]

Angelique Hagenaar

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