we are the wild youth

Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life.

[pyyrite]

[natalieweepoetry]

Roman fresco, Flora, Pompeii, 1st Century A.D.  / Natalie Wee, “Asami Writes to Korra for Three Years” 

[tenderblues]

“Do you know how careful my love will make me? See here, look at my hands. Say there’s a cobweb spun between them. It’s my ambition. And at its centre there’s a spider, a color of a jewel. The spider is you. This is how I shall bear you — so gently, so carefully and without jar, you shall not know you are being taken.”

— Sarah Waters, Fingersmith

[ifoundshelterhere]

Skyline in Phoenix - August 2018

[anyataylorjoys]

COMET (2014) dir Sam Esmail

[twospringflowers]

[tkkatherineblog]

Tenuta di Murlo, Umbria, Italy Inst @charlottebland

[cvilletocharlestown]

[perrfectly]

[naturaekos]

I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

(via amargedom)

[dopy]

[tkkatherineblog]

[igotthat-goodgirl-faith]

I just think that . . .

[susannahirene]

[warmsuggestion]

The person you love is not the same as they were when you first started loving them and they are not the same as they will be when you die. Love must be adaptive. Love must be smart enough and strong enough to survive constant change. Love must not be rigid.

[artsyolivia]

[naturaekos]

[broken-river-deactivated2024021]

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