Currently Reading: One Last Stop

I wish I was reading at a café and drinking coffee. hufflepuff infpAsian drama side blog: @kintoinwonderland

[music-blogger]

Warsan Shire, from “To Swim with God”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head.

[siir-poesia]

[klassizismus]

Detail: Old man with a vanitas still life, David Ryckaert III (Flemish, 1612-1661)

[stuckinapril]

lowkey hate how “maturity” and “growing up” are synonymous w becoming the blandest version of yourself. like you can be mature while retaining childlike wanderlust/interests/excitement for being alive. it doesn’t have to mean losing your dreams or prioritizing your career over everything else. no wonder your teens/20s are so unhealthily romanticized tbh, like the older you grow the less space you have to simply be you

[localpubliclibrary]

I’m literally so so incredibly good at being cozy and in bed covered in blankets and I recieve no recognition for it 😔

[woundgallery]

Patti Smith´s polaroids of Virginia Woolf´s bed, writing desk and gravestone

[muchstrongerthanyouthink]

[cryptid-corpse]

Things may be fucked but atleast it's October

[aslowyear]

Reading Times, Pennsylvania, Oct 14, 1926

[swanlake1998]

yuan yuan tan photographed performing as juliet in helgi tomasson’s romeo and juliet by sf ballet archives

[liamloveslarry]

hello september, may your autumn be filled with warmth and cosiness, soft pink nights and breezy days, may the leaves be extra crunchy and pumpkins always smiling, remember to be kind to yourself and take each day as it comes, fill yourself with love and light, you’ve got this 🧡🍊🎃🍁🍂

[lone-nyctophile]

[flowerytale]

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning Wreck That told no tale And let no Witness in

The mind was built for mighty Freight For dread occasion planned How often foundering at Sea Ostensibly, on Land

A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That all my Life had entered it And there were troughs beside -

A closing of the simple lid That opened to the sun Until the tender Carpenter Perpetual nail it down -

Emily Dickinson, from Envelope Poems

[forestgreenlesbian]

DECONSTRUCTED CREAM DRESS by MARINA EEЯRIE

[soft-lovely]

painting murals in an abandoned villa in tuscany, italy

[uroko]

@tkfkdgotb

[yakhult]

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