me clocking references and connecting dots left and right
almost home
NASA

No title available
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium

★
sheepfilms

izzy's playlists!
ojovivo
The Bowery Presents
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

shark vs the universe
Sweet Seals For You, Always
will byers stan first human second
𓃗
One Nice Bug Per Day
The Stonewall Inn
Show & Tell

Love Begins
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
seen from France

seen from Argentina

seen from United States
seen from Jordan

seen from United States
seen from Venezuela
seen from Russia
seen from Bangladesh

seen from United States
seen from Sri Lanka
seen from Ukraine

seen from France

seen from Mexico

seen from Kenya

seen from Brazil
seen from France
seen from Türkiye
seen from France

seen from Netherlands
seen from Malaysia
@oskarswilde
me clocking references and connecting dots left and right
oh emily wilson translation of the iliad we’re really in it now
― Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse (translated by Irene Ash)
Grief is the ghost of love...
"Most times, a ghost is a wish."
""I loved you completely, and you loved me the same," she said, "that's all." And this was the point I wanted the most to make. That at the end of our life, if we can say this about each other, the rest doesn't matter. It’s the love that stays."
“I'm in the hallway again, I'm in the hallway. The radio's playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll keep walking toward the sound of your voice."
"you can’t take loved away. time and death and mistakes take people from you, but nothing and no one can take back that love... everything changes irreversibly with every second that passes, but nothing and no one can change the fact that i was loved and i loved back... you can’t take it away from me. i was loved. i was loved."
"At the root of every ghost, a yearning. A tug, in which a living person reaches so fervently toward something absent, that the absence becomes bodied. As anyone who has known loss understands full well, lack is not in fact, an absence at all. It is a presence. A person we love dies, or leaves, or changes, and a gap forms. It takes on their shape. Mimics their movement. Echoes their voice like a mockingbird. We feel this gap take up space, filling every place our lost one once was, and now isn’t. It reflects in mirrors. Flickers in candle flames. A phantom."
The Amazing Devil, Inkpot Gods//Jamie Anderson//Haunting of Hill House//twitter user @tothedeaths//Lang Leav, Memories//@boymartyr//Mike Flanagan//Xie Lei, Blow//Valeria Luiselli, Faces in the Crowd (tr. Christina MacSweeney)//Haunting of Hill House//Richard Silken, You Are Jeff//Henri Nouwen//Spiritfarer//@boymiffy & @petrichara//Amanda Lovelace, to drink coffee with a ghost//Max LL, What You Leave Behind//@nickyandmikey//The Newton Brothers//@wifegideonnav//Shannon Barry//GennaRose Nethercott, “A Ghost Is a Memory.” On Bodies, Belief, and the Places Ghost Stories Live
mmxvii: august // t.e.
-Zoë Lianne
MAKE ME CHOOSE — @williamsherondales asked will herondale or jem carstairs
“Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?“ “They ate it too,” Will reminisced. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
wuthering heights for @alicenthighstower
by Holly Warburton
5:15 AM by the beach
Laiya, Batangas. 2016
Cy Twombly American, 1928–2011 Window Screen, Lexington (two works), 1997
t.s - the prophecy 🌙🖤
by Xenie Zasetskaya
The Ball, Gaston La Touche
c. 1889