RedDevil:(:

//so, so you think you can tell; heaven from hell, blue skies from pain; can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail? a smile from veil? do you think you can tell?//

[rojodiablo]

ya'll smoke to enjoy it; i smoke to die

Alaska Young, ‘Looking for Alaska’ by John Green

[important-cat-pics]

[televisionenjoyer]

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

[lifeinpoetry]

i // am statuesque. no colour & grotesque. i am art, i tell myself. i am worthy to be looked at, especially this way. this is love. this is love. this is —

— Lahraeb Munir, from "mother medusa," published in Pigeon Publishing

[frailbug]

[sweetchampagne]

"Everyone comes into a relationship with baggage, you can either trip over each other's stuff, or unpack it together. The right person will help you unpack."

[ashotasfireandasdeepastheocean1]

...♥️

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[na-a-a-deactivated20220710]

[nevver]

The deep water is unmerciful, Narahashi Asako

[happyheidi]

(via)

[i-m-drinking-your-milkshake]

[lmxmhr]

Beautiful Boy (2018) dir. Felix Van Groeningen

[filmaticbby]

Metropolis (1927) dir. Fritz Lang

[caroldanversenthusiast]

the way that Portrait of a Lady on Fire is the most beautiful movie i’ve ever seen

[artfoli]

Portrait of an Unknown Woman, 1883, by Ivan Kramskoi (1837-1887)

When this portrait was exhibited it caused a stir among critics. Many shunned the painting, as they believed it must have depicted a very immoral woman (possibly a prostitute) due to her intense gaze.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I keep thinking, thinking, and my thoughts are all sick, and my head is sick.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Stories; “The Meek One,” written c. 1876

[booksquoteslove]

“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She was still awake, smoking her cigarette in the full light of the moon.”

— Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from Selections; “Seeking A Refuge,”