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“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.”
— William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew (via wordsnquotes)
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Jeanette Winterson, from Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
[Text ID: ‘And what if I stay?’ ‘You will find yourself destroyed by grief. All you know will be around you, and at the same time far from you. Better to find a new place now.’]
Tanaka Daisuke S/S 2025 photographed by Masaya Tanaka
“My solitude is sacred. I won’t let anyone take it from me anymore—”
— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Mina Stankovic by Luka Bošković and Stefan Stojanov for Vogue Portugal May 2026
Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from a diary entry featured in The Selected Diaries of Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius
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“Take me away from all these other people, my love.”
— Katherine Mansfield, from At the Bay (via violentwavesofemotion)
The breathtaking Baltit Fort in Hunza Valley located in Gilgit-Balistan, Pakistan.
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It’s most alive at the heart of the thing where the brush of your fingertips against my wrist could send me begging.
— Maya C. Popa, from "Margravine," Wound Is the Origin of Wonder