frozen tears

𝓛iv, she/her · infp · millennial · europe a dreamy and melancholy softness ♡ ꒱

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Katherine Mansfield, in a diary entry dated 14 October 1922, from Letters and Journals of Katherine Mansfield

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Arthur Rimbaud, from “Ophelia”

[vonlipvig]

i'm actually curious, what trinkets do you guys have on your keychains? 🗝️

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Eros: The Hand (Wong Kar-Wai, 2004)

[bunnycocaine]

cursed to be a tumblr user forever

[scissorsaint]

In another life I would have loved to poison the abusive husbands of the women in my village

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Maria Polydouri, from "Near You"

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Mary Oliver, from “Lilies”

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Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

[longstoryshort-143]

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home

[davidhudson]

Happy 54th, Sofia Coppola.

2023 photos by Bibi Borthwick.

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Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Emily Fowler Ford, wr.c. Spring 1884, from The Letters of Emily Dickinson: 1845-1886

[not100bees]

People on Tumblr love sharing information about themselves no matter how asinine it is. And I'm the same way. Everybody tell me what the last thing you drank was.

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Colette, Claudine Married

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she is very startling — pixie-like, other-worldly — small, finely-built, dark hair, and much make-up which made her look very pale — large, questioning eyes — a marked accent which I could not label — her speech is over-precise — she shines and polishes each syllable with the very tip of her tongue and teeth — one feels that if one were to touch her, she would crumble into silver dust.

Susan Sontag describing Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 8 April 1949 featured in Reborn: Journals & Notebooks, 1947-1963

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I must warn you, you must handle me delicately: I am covered with a mantle of iridescence as easily destroyed as a dust flower,

Anaïs Nin, A Spy in The House of Love

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He hid his face against her, who was warm and like sunlight. She seemed to have sunlight inside her. Her heart beating seemed like sunlight upon him.

D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow