Espresso-stained pages, whispered thoughts between hardcover spines, and mornings that begin with poetry and croissants. A soft life of books, cafés, and intentional stillness.
YOU ARE THE REASON
ojovivo
Jules of Nature

titsay

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RMH
occasionally subtle
Three Goblin Art
Cosmic Funnies
AnasAbdin

Product Placement
will byers stan first human second

@theartofmadeline

shark vs the universe
Show & Tell

izzy's playlists!
Monterey Bay Aquarium

blake kathryn

JBB: An Artblog!

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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@shakeswilde
Espresso-stained pages, whispered thoughts between hardcover spines, and mornings that begin with poetry and croissants. A soft life of books, cafés, and intentional stillness.
ig credit: autumnslittlesister
district 12's 2nd quarter quell tributes
i hold out my arms. without a word, wyatt and maysilee join in a group embrace. lou lou wiggles into the center of the hug, and we tighten our hold. feeling one another's pulses, and sweat, and skin. ten minutes from now, who will even still have a heartbeat?
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა 🦢🎀🍒🥣
. ྀི ⊹ “We never joke about bunnies, Bunny.”
⁺ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ -Bunny by Mona Awad ⋆୨୧˚ ⋆
(My most favorite book ever)
You don’t have to take up a sword. Survival is bravery too.
A Study In Drowning by @avasreid
(2023 favorite reads)
— suzanne collins, sunrise on the reaping
“She read paperbacks too, one after the next like she was chain-smoking—romance, science fiction, old pulp fantasy. All she wanted to do was sit, unbothered in a circle of lamplight, and live someone else's life.”
Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo
“the soul of my land” by jordanian-palestinian photographer anita bursheh
“Death is the mother of beauty.” “And what is beauty?” “Terror”
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
in many ways being alive is about getting to have a little coffee every morning
art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
macbeth + parallel lines of macbeth and lady macbeth
My God, you fascinate me. Because I’ve been waiting for someone like you. Someone to challenge me. No great man has changed the course of history without being pushed to the limits of his potential. And you push me. I do hope you keep going.
Don’t Worry Darling (2022)
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oh so when Ollie says he's a vampire, he really means it, huh
- has to be invited in to Saltburn bc otherwise he wouldn't be able to ever enter that world
-the place is called Saltburn-salt is often used as warding against evil forces (but once invited into the protective space it is too late)
-he's there to consume these people, take their lives so he may live on (as the version of himself he sees as his due)
-consuming bodily fluids that are regarded as carrying someone's 'essence'/life (blood, seminal fluid)
-he's visiting people at night to prey on them, using their weak points, in this position behaves more dominantly than his daylight self
- a lot of this 'vampiric' behaviour is also mixed with sexuality, which is very much part of the vampire image
-destroying the mirror that doesn't show him (how he wants to appear...in the ending scene he no longer has a problem with it, relishes his new image as sy with status)
- Venetia, who he originally calls himself a vampire to, dies losing a lot of blood
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.