ELA.

supernatural fan (dean girl) marvel fan (hello, bucky and steve) and lover of steve harrington ✨️

[gothredy]

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles| Flaunt Magazine 2006

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[mournfulroses]

Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women : a world poetry anthology

[academic-vampire]

𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔶

[thepersonalquotes]

[mournfulroses]

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[anxeious]

[loubis-and-champagne]

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[20th-centuryghost]

had a photo of a planet in my downloads folder i didn't recognize

until i opened it, and it was DUCKS

DUCK PLANET, BABEY !!!

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[academic-vampire]

𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫

[kii-tty]

[remanence-of-love]

[sophedicts]

HENRI DE TOULOUSE-LAUTREC — “In Bed: The Kiss” (1892)

“The painting is admired for its ability to render a deep connection between the couple, who appear oblivious to their painter, and impervious to the judgments that might be cast upon them by their society if their relationship were exposed. They seem utterly absorbed in one another, and the viewer has the sense that in the instant captured by Toulouse-Lautrec, they have no concerns besides the moment they are sharing together.” "I cannot love a maid. I cannot be with a maid. I cannot think of a maid every waking hour, longing for a life with her, and yet...you have taken possession of me. Shot me back to life. Turned me from someone who could not sit still for a moment to one who wishes to be in one single place: beside you, for as long as I might live...You're the person I've been searching for all my life. I love you. I love you. I love you."

‘ Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it. ’ [Toulouse-Lautrec]

[remanence-of-love]