Girl Interrupted at her Music (1658)
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i don't do bad sauce passes
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noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Love Begins
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Girl Interrupted at her Music (1658)
Johannes Vermeer
Oil on canvas
haiku #15, tathev simonyan
It’s a Mystery, Charlie Brown (1974)
+bonus
Interim Couple (116-4), Bill Jacobson (1994)
lovers
BE MY VALENTINE CHARLIE BROWN (1975)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CkoUPxAIH-5/
“But why should we have to be useful and for what reason? Who divided the world into useless and useful, and by what right? Does a thistle have no right to life, or a Mouse that eats the grain in a warehouse? What about Bees and Drones, weeds and roses? Whose intellect can have had the audacity to judge who is better, and who worse? A large tree, crooked and full of holes, survives for centuries without being cut down, because nothing could possibly be made out of it. This example should raise the spirits of people like us. Everyone knows the profit to be reaped from the useful, but nobody knows the benefit to be gained from the useless.”
— Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead
Oyinkan Braithwaite, My Sister, The Serial Killer
[Text ID: “You don’t know me.” “I know you. I woke up because of you — your voice calling to me. I still hear you in my dreams…”]
They say hugging is warmer than ten blankets. Who is they? Who? That person is... me.
—JACK & JOKER: U Steal My Heart! · Episode 08
“September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can’t face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
“I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.”
— Henri Barbusse, from The Inferno (Boni and Liveright, 1918)
i also miss sugar lychee.. one of my favorite fragrances.. + glossier you + diptyque fleur de peau + le labo another 13 + loewe 001
i miss going to dinner w my boyfriend in irvine and getting boba afterward during sunset and going home and going to sleep w no worries... sigh
I'm all up on that grind
i miss reading so much.. i just want to pick up a book and not have to think abt stuff for a while.. sigh......
that one specific kind of white person thats stuck in like 2013 the kind that makes those videos of their gold retriever and says “hooman”