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Anaïs Nin, Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947-1955
i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.
silver cupid locket from the 1600s with the inscription "no heart more true than mine to you"
[ID: The locket is heart shaped with a relief carving of cupid as a winged humanoid with a bow and arrow in the center and the inscribed words around the edges. /End ID]
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THE X-FILES — 06x20
how to live a life for beginners
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins
*picking petals* she loves me... she loves me lots... she loves me... she loves me lots...
i wish every kitty in entire world would be ok
june is for long sunset walks, waking up early, ice cream, reading outside, going on picnics, lots of fresh drinks, beach days that leave you tired but happy, not staying home all day, staying up late listening to music with the windows open and beautiful, nostalgic evenings