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[heavensghost]

Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters

Art by René Magritte

[helenmccrorydaily]

It’s like: it was dark. It’s just got darker.

[funeral]

Lost Highway (David Lynch, 1997)

[memory-is-treachery]

u heard him ladies

[dreamvisiongirlfriend]

so many mornings I need Dionysus to do this for me

[warmvoices]

Joan Didion’s Kitchen, Vogue 1972

[werecat]

we all talk about the intimacy of eye contact but do you ever think about the intimacy of looking at someone’s eyes while they’re looking at something else—either because they’re distracted or they’re deliberately allowing you to have this moment to yourself or they know that it’ll be too much to look back at you directly—and if so does it ever just make you go full crazy

[rosalie-starfall]

[thecalmthatkeepsyouawake]

don’t get it twisted, it has and always will be about the glamour, the trauma and the fucking melodrama.

[onesecondbeforesunset]

So it returns. Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

James Joyce, from Ulysses

[varietas]

Félix Bonfils (1831-1885): Erechtheion, Caryatids, Athens, Greece, 1872

[heartbeatkitty]

Adverbs and actions in old PSB interviews. Tag yourself.

[phemiec]

Identity is a prison! Let yourself respond authentically to each moment as it arrives, without being bound to the narrative of who you think you are! The self is a construct! The truth of your existence is ever changing and infinite as the universe is ever changing and infinite! Abandon the stories of your past selves and be present and alive in this very moment! IDENTITY IS DEAD! THE SELF IS DEAD! YOU ARE ALIVE!

[malglories]

queuing music to listen to in the shower is a sacred and glorious ritual and must be honored

[y4nna]

𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 - 𝘮𝘳. 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨

[6thlovelanguage-deactivated2020]

“I’m longing to see you. Someday I’ll write and tell you all the things you mean to me in my mind. Shall I?”

— Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf, January 17 1926 (via tenderblues)

[stlowens]

Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Ilya Kaminsky, from “To Kiss a Forehead.”

[aestheticacadema]

i love when strangers smile at me and i smile back and we have that nice stranger smiling moment