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Stranger Things
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Show & Tell
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@theartofmadeline
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Love Begins
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we're not kids anymore.

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 2: 1934-1939
Sonya Vatomsky, from a poem titled "Spring Flowers," featured in Salt Is for Curing, publ. in 2015
Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.
Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
zeitgeist
Erich Lessing, Hagia Sophia, Istanbul.
moved to @dscult
you know when you’re splitting something with someone you love and you intentionally take the smaller/otherwise worse half so they can have the better one... yeah
a treatise on gold
tbh, i hope that y’all understand just how damaging colourism is, and these jokes are way more harmful than they may seem, even if they intent isn’t there
unless you’ve been told that your skin colour isn’t “beautiful,” or have been subject to numerous skin lightening methods growing up, i don’t wanna see your views on the matter
it’s such a relief when your soul no longer clings to an unattainable person. when your heart has come to accept that your fate was only meant to collide for a brief moment in time. you finally let go of their hand. and get on...with your big wonderful life
“I want it to be you. I want to be the lucky one, the one who wakes up with you on a Saturday afternoon. The one who kisses you goodnight even if I’m still mad at you. I want so badly to get to write about you, for the rest of my life; without getting my heart broken. I look at you and I see so much more than a home. I want it to be you for as long as possible.”
— r.j (via xxrebekahx)
i wanna move from this blog...
tag yourself ; cities
paris - soft smiles, blooming flowers, lots of sunlight, stories swirling in your mind, cursive letters, piercing eyes, whispers filled with secrets
new york - gives zero fucks about others’ opinions, perfect eyebrows, no sleep, a bit sad inside, huge equal rights activist, red lipstick, artsy af, string lights, lots of coffee, high waisted jeans
london - new ideas, old architecture, a soft voice, flickering candles, intelligent eyes, loud laughter, dancing alone in your room, big dreams, hot tea
montréal - comfy socks, french bakeries, lover of books, bold thoughts, wide smiles, kinda broken, cute jackets, warm hot chocolate, cobblestone streets
tokyo - aesthetic af, pen sketches, bright colors, bold fashion, small yet powerful smiles, striving for greatness, cute glasses
rome - loves museums, kind words, tangled earbuds, a bit in love, bright eyes, artsy photos, likes history, open windows, probably sings in the shower
screams into my pillow