myrtlelily

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WHIMSICAL MUGS ♡

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can you see me? ꕤ

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“Even in your melancholy hue, you're my brightest blue.”

— via unsentproject

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948

[priveting]

19.11.19 - Ladybug Adventure [watch on IGTV] Photos by Ira Martelo | ☕️ Buy me a coffee?

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[sireneyed]

there’s something about fresh flowers & a fantasy book ꩜

[academicfeverish]

21/100

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“I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.”

— Voltaire, Candide

[petaltexturedskies]

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

Susan Sontag, On Photography (originally published in 1977)

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

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196/365 (by patrick ingram)

[havingapoemwithyou]

The Way Things Have Been Going Lately by Ada Limón

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Bayeux XV by Millie Clinton. on Flickr.