keep your heart.

i'm emily and i'm learning to love myself.

[jesuisunefemmejesuisperdue]

Amélie (2001) “Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain" (original title)

Dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet 

[made-of-roses-deactivated202303]

You don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway. I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it’s the same old story— a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind.

Mary Oliver

[heavensghost]

Words from 5AM by EX:RE sewn onto fabric

[eternalsummer2006]

stinkytofubaby on instagram

[bleachellaz]

let’s get married -bleachers // betty-taylor swift // california-joni mitchell // happiness is a butterfly -lana del rey // forever...(is a long time) -halsey

[unchildhood]

ANIS MOJGANI x ALEXANDER HARDING

‘For Those Who Can Still Ride In An Airplane For The First Time’, spoken word, uploaded on Youtube on 20 Apr. 2009;

Visible Light series (2010), photography

[oozins]

1937 state park

[amouthfulloflove]

“grief never leaves, it just changes shape.”

— The Perseverance, ‘Dr. Marigold Re-evaluated’ by Raymond Antrobus 

[unchildhood]

FRANZ KAFKA x DAMIEN HIRST

The Metamorphosis (1915);

Pill Cabinets series diptychs:

In Search of Oblivion (2007)

Standing Alone on the Precipice and Overlooking the Arctic Wastelands of Pure Terror (1999 - 2000)

Lost Memories and Dreams Forgotten (2008 - 2009)

[dog-teeth]

[heavensghost]

Yves Olade, When Rome falls

[tendernotion]

[amourduloup-deactivated20210512]

— The Carnivorous Lamb, Agustín Gómez-Arcos, tr. William Rodarmor

[sweetestsecrets]

“She walked and she wandered and she prayed. She was in strange lands. There was silk but there was also the sun that could damage it, shrink it, destroy it. She had had desire, and she remembered it. She wanted desire again, but didn’t know where to find it.”

— Tennessee Williams, quoted in Follies of God: Tennessee Williams and the Women of the Fog (via violentwavesofemotion)

[lifeinpoetry]

“Writing once felt like letting go, but now it feels like sitting in a bath for hours, stuck in my own dirt.”

— L Mathis, from “The Poems Haunt / Not the People,” Instinct to Ruin 

[tomokohara]

Childfood friend

[hel7l7]