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Reminder that spring will always come back, music will never stop being created, and there are still so many books left to read! You’re alive! You’re alive! You’re alive!
Van Lowe Taxidermy Sign
Art for Fallout 76
Art by Jake Raymor
“Since he was little, a scraped knee or a whipped back, anything to make his body hurt, felt like the hand of God upon him.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Lapvona
Personnages dans la rue, 1894, Pierre Bonnard
"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past
Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953
I am not ashamed, for I know whom I have believed.
2 Timothy 1:12
Photography by Larissa Hofmann
Danez Smith, from "how many of us have them?", Homie
Glorifying the American Girl (1929)
The central nervous system of a human. This is everything you are.
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, from a letter featured in The Life & Letters of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
Rose Lenoir after Angelika Kauffmann (Swiss, 1741-1807)
Three Nymphs Disarming Cupid, 1875
I do not melt for him. I burn, slow and deliberate, like a candle kissed by dusk, spilling wax down the spine of midnight.