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girl who finally is going back to reading by finishing one book: now i'm going to read all the books in the world.
Joan Didion’s hands, Photo by Albert Watson, 2005
𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID. October 4. I feel restless and vicious. END ID]
i think about this daily
Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]
Dreaming of fairytale forest-like bedrooms~
Jane Austen, Emma
Sufjan Stevens, Futile Devices
Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf
Hozier, Shrike
Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
Sierra DeMulder, Your Love Finds Its Way Back
Nizar Qabbani
“What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds.”
Katherine Mansfield
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own [originally published 1929]
-Suicide letters from Anne sexton
Mary Oliver, "When Did It Happen?"
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (May 1848)
green lifestyle pt.2
ethereal days in the cottage side
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I want the blissful sweetness of doing nothing
She knew it was the best he could offer. It was not enough.
She dropped her hand.
— Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows.