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[sorrrowfull]

[fframbuaz-deactivated20250820]

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

ive been illegally downloading shit like its my job since i was 10

[whimsigothwitch-deactivated2026]

Whimsical heels

[beatricecenci]

Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853-1890)

Rozen

[wedarkacademia]

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

[themoonweepstonight]

domestic sweetness!!!! getting groceries together, buying home decor together??? making traditions??? cooking dinner while badly singing along to the radio??? making each other breakfast in bed??? leaving notes around the house for each other??? i’m so soft,,,,

[mjcodez]

“You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms. تقع في حب الاشياء الصغيرة حول شخص ما، مثل صوت ضحكتها والطريقة التي تتشكل بها إبتسامتها”

— @mjcodez

[mjcodez]

“These days are getting heavier, so can I? Can I rest my head on your shoulders? هذه الأيام تزداد ثقلاً، لِذا هل يُمكنني أن ارتاح على كتفيك؟”

— @mjcodez

[die-rosastrasse]

Desk clutter & current work in progress 🌹✨

[eigoogmc3]

hello! welcome to my archive!

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[mashitda]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CaLW-FWvjY0/

[aoiui]

girl sitting in bed surrounded by small meaningful objects that offer some joy and peace but mostly do not matter , that is life

[soracities]

“[she] walks alone, deeper into the woods among a crowd of trees she finds her place.”

— Sujata Bhatt, from “She Finds Her Place”, Collected Poems

[chaerz]

211130 Boyfriend ★ Semi

[soracities]

Simone Weil, “Chance” (trans. Emma Craufurd), Simone Weil: An Anthology

[Text ID: “Stars and blossoming fruit-trees: utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.”]

[murdershegoat]

i dont know why we spend so much time writing about unrequited love when the saddest type of love is that with a time-limit. love that doesn’t want to end, but is forced to. time that deserves more, wants more, needs more, but has to stop. two lovers forced to go separate ways, two souls crying for one another across oceans. every touch feels like a goodbye, every kiss is tinged with sadness. these are the stories that break us like no other because these are the stories we can’t bear to imagine for ourselves. anybody can handle somebody never loving them in the first place. but how do we learn how to live without our other halves? how do we get used to that loss?