— maybe i'm more underneath.

  dash-only indie oc. // elvira kaiser. // penned by zosia.  

[ulibeanzz]

me crossing the street on a bad day: ohhh nooo ;) please, car, don’t hit me ;)))

[soracities]

a brief list of favourite words (in irish)

mo ghrá-sa (my love) cuisle (pulse) lúibíní (brackets) feamainn (seaweed) solas (light) draíocht (magic) Bealtaine (may) na coillte (the woods) fuiseog (lark) bláthanna (flowers)

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“Illusive, fragile to touch, remote,”

— Vita Sackville-West, from a poem dedicated to Virginia Woolf, titled “Sissinghurst,” c. 1931

[jiminfilter]

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“I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke written c. March 1964

[rachelzaen]

We should probably start packing up the place now, because we definitely cannot afford to live here anymore. 

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“I am misunderstood by whoever I meet.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from The Selected Poems; “Homesickness,”

[inkskinned]

one time he and i were sitting in bed and i said “where do you feel stuff?” and he said “what do you mean” and i said, “here is anxiety” and pointed to my bottom left rib where the spiders start. he pointed to his throat. “it’s here for me.” 

i keep anger in my breastbone, he holds it in his hands. i feel sadness on my shoulders, he feels it in his lungs. 

we play this game until we come to love, and i realize that i am terrified (jugular vein) of what might come. what if it is not the same. what if he feels it somewhere else, what if it is just a flash fire, not the slow burn, what if it is congealing in one place instead of radiating, i try to change topics, flight response (sternum)

he takes my hands in his and puts them over his ribs and says, “everywhere, everywhere, like a sun is trying to escape me, like i am being consumed and you are filling up where used to be empty.” i say, “don’t be ridiculous humans are 99% empty space,” i nervous laugh (spiders down spine), he holds his gaze with me. 

“everywhere,” he repeats.

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[florideae]

not to be nsfw but the thought of someone smiling against my lips as we kiss? really makes a bitch’s heart flutter

[highvolumetal]

Ivan’s Childhood , Andrei Tarkovsky , 1962.

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“And home, where passion lived and died, / Becomes a place where she can hide,”

— Edwin Arlington Robinson, from Poems; “Eros Turannos”

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Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

[softdreamed]

this blog is mainly an ellen appreciation blog, thank u !

[softdreamed]

                                                                                             @arthistoried Love Me Ellen

               ‘ i haven’t been to an art museum in a while — it has been ... difficult to find people to go with me. but, uhm, i read there’s currently a ROCOCO EXHIBITION at a nearby museum... i think it sounds INTERESTING ! ’

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                                                                               @makesfilms mitch is an angel and so are u

               ‘ hey, uh — i don’t know if it’s WEIRD of me to ask this, but... where do you get your inspiration from — for your projects ? they’re REALLY good ! ’

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                                               @lemonheld elvira isn’t aspen but i hope emerson will love her anyways :/

               ‘ i bingewatched the staircase on netflix the other night — i don’t think i even REALISED until it was too late ... that’s the curse of netflix, isn’t it ? ’