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@lacetree
Hey NQ! First of all I hope you're doing fine and hope that waitressing haven't been so stressing as it was for me a while ago. I miss seeing on tumblr, do you use IG? Wish you all the best things, always! ILY bye bye for now Natalie! <333
YES!!!! spookypope! i love you! waitressing was god awful but it’s over now and i am moving to boulder on THURSDAY! i’m sorry you had to waitress, it is not an easy job and I don’t think i could do it again. you are a superstar! i use instagram a lot, follow me and i will follow back my anon pal! love you!
I think of you so often you have no idea.
James Joyce, Ulysses (via wordsnquotes)
Landscape in the Mist (Theodoros Angelopoulos, 1988)
Anthony Gerace
me whenever i meet someone
Rodolfo Morgari
I feel humiliated, inadequate. So much of what one thinks, imagines, is false. How carefully one must compare it with reality, retouch it. But I get tired, so deeply tired. I crave peace, a choice, a simplification. Which one? Whatever I choose seems to demand a sacrifice I cannot make.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Mateo Cerezo, Magdalena, 17th century
Monet’s house&garden, Giverny, France by Rick Ligthelm
This summer has been so short, so small. I think that like “Alice” it ate the cake that said “Eat Me”, and dwindled and dwindled until it was so tiny that it ran out through the cracks under the door.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to James Johnson c. August 1937 (via violentwavesofemotion)
– Alice Walker
“I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.”
Roland Barthes (via emotional-algebra)
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?? YOU DON'T POST ANYMORE HOPE YOU ARE DOING JUST FINE DARLINGGGG <33333
i am just fine!!!! i have been working my tail off this summer i am waitressing and working front desk at a hotel, trying to make money before i start grad school!!!!!! <3 <3 <3
I am alive at night. I am dead in the morning…
Anne Sexton, “Moon Song, Woman Song,” The Complete Poems (via wordsnquotes)