“the smell of rain and wet trees — the smell of the last days of November.”
— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)
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Claire Keane
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
noise dept.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Keni
we're not kids anymore.

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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“the smell of rain and wet trees — the smell of the last days of November.”
— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)
florida on film
Lana del Rey and The Last Shadow Puppets - Thunder (unreleased song from 2017)
Rafael Morante, 1971
I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.
— Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girls
House in Balsthal by Pascal Flammer
“I want to melt inside moonlight,”
— Lu Yun, from tr. by Burton Watson, “For Ku Yen-hsien, A Poem for Him to Give to his Wife,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
lila https://www.instagram.com/p/CDUR1-sCEkf/?igshid=wh8bse23lamr
“Here am I shedding one of my life-skins (…)”
—
Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Waves’
https://www.instagram.com/p/CCmYeSLJWuZ/
happy earth day!
“ your belly the sun, sun in the water, sun-water in the earthen jar, sunflower seed I planted in my chest….”
— Octavio Paz, from ‘A Tale of Two Gardens’, A Tale of Two Gardens
“I’m interested in nostalgia, especially when it’s tainted by self-deception.”
Elizabeth McKenzie | newyorker
pic: Arissa
“Honeysuckle, pink and creamy, Like thy honeyed hair and lashes, Like thy skin and lashes dreamy, Coral amber bloom that flashes;”
— Marc-André Raffalovich, excerpt from “Magic Hair” from Tuberose and Meadowseet (via sun-virgin)
perfectly imperfect