quaint hilltop home-turned-restaurant in the heart of the summer capital
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quaint hilltop home-turned-restaurant in the heart of the summer capital
Metro Boomin - BBL Drizzy (Drake Diss Beat)
WHISTLER, James Abbott McNeill (1834-1903)
Nocturne in Black and Gold The Falling Rocket 1875 Oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts Ed. Orig. (Ed. Lic.: CC0 1.0)
i know the new year won’t magically erase everything bad happening in the world but i hope 2021 is kinder to you all and that it brings brighter moments and healing
🎨 SpiritDaughter
Mine is cancer, what’s yours?
source: unknown
anybody else ever think about how fucked up the phrase “earn a living” is? like that’s how we talk about working. we have to “earn a living” doing something. our life has to be earned through the sale of our time and energy. our existence (and only that! nothing more!) has to be earned by offering it up as a commodity. capitalism fuckin blows dude
Sun in annoyed, Moon in I want tenderness
Rising in slight chaos
Steffy. Palm Springs. January 2016.
anne sexton // richard siken// margaret atwood // virginia woolf
Paying attention is really the only love language that matters.
Evening Over Sussex, Virginia Woolf
[ID: Now we have got to collect ourselves; we have got to be one self.’]
“So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”
— Jorge Luis Borges, After a While” (via c-isnenegro)
current mood: I need to explore a deep misty forest very far away