and for the lady, perhaps a devout knight?
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and for the lady, perhaps a devout knight?
Portrait of María Hahn - Raimundo de Madrazo y Garreta
“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.”
— C.S. Lewis
Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956
“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.”
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography
Blossoming Chestnut Branches, May, 1890. Vincent van Gogh. Oil on canvas.
ever since i was a little girl i knew i didnt have a competitive spirit
jobs for women who prioritise taking it easy and chillaxing forever
quitting my job to be a full time upstairs neighbor. bowling balls are in the mail as we speak
The Promenade, Woman with a Parasol (1875) by Claude Monet
from Franz Kafka's "Letters to Felice"
hey so can somebody please do something about all of this
big life tips dont be neurodivergent dont be poor dont get in any sort of situation and dont let yourself need or crave
“it happens to the best of us” well im not the best so whys it happening to me
Japanese Garden, Portland, 2006
Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956