Days like these remind me of what life is about. Rain falling, The Lumineers playing, the taste of pomegranates fresh on my lips, and tea is brewing all while I read Dorian Gray. It is peace like this that makes it all worth it.
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Days like these remind me of what life is about. Rain falling, The Lumineers playing, the taste of pomegranates fresh on my lips, and tea is brewing all while I read Dorian Gray. It is peace like this that makes it all worth it.
MCLAREN WHEN I CATCH YOU! I SWEAR ITS ALMOST LIKE YALL DONT WANT A DRIVER CHAMPIONSHIP WIN…
MIAMI YOU BEAUTIFUL SON OF A BITCH!!!! MY BABY BOY IS OFFICIALLY A GRAND PRIX WINNER! LANDO NORRIS IS A GRAND PRIX WINNER BABY!! NO MORE LANDO NOWINS!!
Will the FIA pay for my therapy bills if I inform them that each race I watch takes years off of my life span??? Like babe I don’t know how many of these fucking nightmares I can take…
Watching Williams is like watching a Shakespearean tragedy… like wtf is happening????
everyone's posting about lando jumping but i want to be fully clear that i fully support his crime as it may be the only way to restore the competition of the sport.
Lance: 🤙😁🤙
Me: The world. I would give you the world if you asked.
“in March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath vol 1: 1940-1956
the feminine urge to disappear somewhere into the forest to live with faeries where the ancient trees whisper you their secrets
Isabel Allende ― The House of the Spirits
— Hermann Hesse, from “Iris”, The Fairytales of Hermann Hesse
the feminine urge to mourn lost cultures and empires. for your heart to ache every time you remember how many languages no longer have speakers, how many ruins are abandoned, how many people lived happy lives before you. to feel melancholy and longing every time you study history - of this world or another, even fictional. to want to play a role in history, but in the same time fear dying, passing, being forgotten like those thousands before you.
“Her eyes are classic novels and poetry.”
— Isaac Marion
oh to be kissed in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor
To live in a small cottage with the smell of freshly baked bread and coffee in the morning as soft music plays in the background while you look at your garden from inside
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980