milky violet rain

dreaming and breathing /br> I’m good at setting myself up for falls. I am a misanthrope and a romantic simultaneously, which brings out the cynic in me. I’m a dreamer, and I always forget to keep breathing. I write because I have to; I just sit and bleed. "I'm not a girl; I'm a storm with skin"

[feral-ballad]

Tishani Doshi, from A God at the Door; “Survival”

[seamstressatthevampiremansion]

[xanaxfarts]

John Grade: 'Reservoir' (2018) a rainwater collecting installation resembling a giant forest chandelier. location: Arte Sella Sculpture Park, Borgo Valsugana, Trento, Italy.

[intimatum]

Virginia Woolf, The Years

[urbanthropologie]

ways to start feeling again

sit in the sun without anything to do, feel the heat of the rays hit your skin, realize that this sunlight has travelled a very long way to reach you

walk around barefoot and try to feel as much of the ground under your feet as you can, notice every rock and blade of grass

sit quietly for a while and notice the touch of breath in your nostrils, feel how the air gets cooler as you inhale and warmer as you exhale

drive around aimlessly and blast some of your favorite songs, scream/sing along to them and feel the vibrations of your favorite lyrics as they change the air in your throat and around you, feel that the music is healing you from the inside out

stay away from alcohol or drugs for a few days, try to be as aware and present as you can in every moment, stop trying to numb or dull your senses

eat a few meals without any distractions, notice every bite and taste every flavor that covers your tongue, be grateful for it all

look up at the stars and the moon, understand how small we all are and how immense the universe is, realize what a miracle everything is, let your heart swell with amazement and admiration for life itself

[vola-viaa]

“I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not to talk about themselves anymore”

— Virginia Woolf

[xanaxfarts]

bouquets behind foggy glass is a photo style i will never get tired of

[arsantiquis]

Cloud Study (detail) by John Constable.

[charl0ttan]

i said it before but what im really loving about my year of rest and relaxation, though also kindof the only thing to love about it, is that its such a good depression book. there is no requited love or appreciation in the unnamed main characters life. nobody, besides maybe Reva, has ever cared about her, and she doesnt care about anybody else. not even herself. im not sure if this is me relating to that but i definitely am a fan of the tone it sets. everything is so empty and desolate. the apathy of it all. it touches me deeply. so the Point Of This Poast is just are there any other good books with that sort of tone. like apathetic depression. not books that will make me sad, but books that display a deep emptiness. does that make sense. just a really big fan of this book i feel like it has kindof a bad reputation or something? but i dont agree with that. i like it

[animals-in-art]

Armand Doré (French, 1824-1882) - Der kleine Liebling (1860)

[mrsbridgerton]

this is what authors mean when they say “his eyes softened”😭

[olgainoue]

cyanometer  for measuring the  blueness of the sky

1789

[ma-demoiselle-cherie]

- Pablo Neruda

[metamorphesque]

"The Burial of Manon Lescaut" by Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret "Manon Lescaut" by Antoine François Prévost

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[stillgotscars]

last kiss - taylor swift

[milkyviolet-rain]

😥😥😥😥😥😢😢😢

[thatgreenlight]

a ruse based on a glittering glass floor, ice frosting the tips of your hair, the pale bubble bath gin glasses, is it a glitter shaker or a snow globe, the sky stained orange, the ornate gothic bridge, twisted black steel, warm white walls, the sweetness of mandarins, oh the sun is too bright, chipped blue mosaic tiles at the bottom of the pool, a living artist's muse, im gonna miss you.