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But hear me out!
A queen whose throne is a bean bag¡!¡!¡!¡!
That is all.
Beatrix Potter
Right in this very moment:
I'm so exhausted and craving an escape.
But I cannot get up, no, I cannot move.
The longer I stay here, the more it hurts.
The deeper i melt into this uncomfortable void.
I want to see and smell flowers..
Shinobu★Universe by Gesugesu Ahoaho
translated by HigherFive on danbooru
Sometimes you gotta make yourself drink water and sit in direct sunlight, like some kind of wilted houseplant
Scenes from a lavender farm in Ukraine.
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Senait Gidey for CR Fashion Book #3, September 2013
does anyone have that picture of the mlm couple kissing with a wlw couple kissing on their shoulders I can’t find it
never mind I found it and it’s still adorable
if anyone else wants to see this
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“Morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable” — the secret history, by donna tartt.
My love, working at his desk
Cat, sleeping on the windowsill
Quiche, in the oven
Myself, at peace
give me the old-school love. write me letters. leave me random notes. kiss my hands. slow dance with me. write a poem. lie down with me on the grass. read to me.
thinking about the quote “life is short. art is long” and how tragic it is that art lasts forever, but we don’t; how there will always be more books unread than read, more music unheard than heard, more paintings unseen than seen, and when i die, there will be countless more that i will never even have the opportunity to love and cry over and feel, because it certainly seems that there is more worth feeling in the world than time to feel it.