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âEverythingâs a risk. Not doing anything is a risk. Itâs up to you.â
â Nicola Yoon
âIf things go wrong donât go with them.â
â Roger Babson
I wanted you to be able to lean against me when you are tired. July 6, 1898 Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)
â sylvia plath (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
And suddenly you know: Itâs time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.
Meister EckhartÂ
Charles Baudelaire, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Charles Baudelaire
âDespair is the price one pays for self-awareness. Look deeply into life, and youâll always find despair.â
â Irvin Yalom
RHIAN TEASDALE of WET LEG for NYLON Magazine, 2025 Ph. by Dafy Hagai
RHIAN TEASDALE of WET LEG for The New York Times Ph. by Meghan Marin
âWhat youâre supposed to do when you donât like a thing is change it. If you canât change it, change the way you think about it. Donât complain.â
â Maya Angelou
Hayley Williams performing at Bonnaroo during Remi Wolfâs set (2025) by Christian Sarkine for Flood Magazine
Adore each other. Be fiendishly smitten. Be frantically in love. Can there be too many perfumes, too many rosebuds, too many nightingales? Can lovers love each other too much, be too enchanting, too beguiling, too charming? Is it possible to be too much alive, too happy? Adore each other, and never mind the rest.
â Victor Hugo, Les MisĂ©rables (1862)