[ppups]

[patronsaintofweepingmothers]

"antique store, portland" (2006), lovely librarians

[grrlmusic]

Taylor Russell

[elizabethanism]

In the morning, a healing slowness. The mind goes to Anne Carson’s translation of Hippolytus and Euripides’ afterthought. “What do we desire when we desire other people? Not them. Something else.” Echoes of Proust. “The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.”

[shereachesout]

Ingmar Bergman - Autumn Sonata (1978)

[tracemeontoyou-deactivated20220]

[koolthing0]

[jess-woods-deactivated20160802]

at work today after a snowstorm ❅

[koolthing0]

[likemonalisa]

Chloe Sevigny, Vogue Italia, 2003

[idiona]

Do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes.

[random-brushstrokes]

Edvard Munch - Woman by the sea in Ǻsgårdstrand (1898)

[a-beautifulchaos]

a-beautifulchaos Helio Oiticica - Brazil 

[skt4ng]

Joseph Fall / Winter 2015

[zegalba]

Chrome Hearts: Cemetery Cross Hand Bag (2009)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

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The Smiths - This Night Has Opened My Eyes

[seemoreandmore]

“An hour is not just an hour, it is a vessel full of perfumes, sounds, plans and atmospheres.”

— Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again, translated by Ian Patterson