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[mesogeios]

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Françoise Hardy’s Tous les garçons et les filles playing on my record player

[a-calmer-vibe]

why is this happening to me?

what is this teaching me?

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Lips of honey, eyes of fire.”

— Meleager, tr. by Peter Whigham, from Greek Anthology; “Epigrams,”

[cheruib]

melancholically beautiful things:

empty perfume bottles

abandoned castles

pressed flowers

old books with dust all over them

walking all alone in a museum hall

languages that humanity no longer uses

stars, the moon, the entire universe and its secrets

[tkkatherineblog]

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[twisted-forest]

“We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.“

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Adrienne Rich, from Poetry & Prose: Poems, Prose, Reviews and Criticism; “The Knight,” (x)

[ronindrew]

Foreplay starts before you even touch her

[lady-vogue-deactivated20230306]

[midori-kim]

“You’re always here, always there but never near enough to feel you close.”

[noirsilk-deactivated20200913]

[delrey-news]

[testphasedemo]

“I suffer because of myself. It is my own soul all the time that is bothering me.”

— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller (1932 - 1953 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[daintybabydolly-deactivated2016]

All I want is vintage lingerie and good skin

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“Kiss me like you will never see me again.”

– L.W.

[thisismy-shady]

mmmrrrrrr

[ellieeeeeeeee]