i have immortal longings in me

kate. russian/canadian. xx. like-likes girls. double major in philosophy & rhetoric, minor in mathematics. insta: @ekaterina_alexandria

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Anne Carson

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ilusión 

more on my instagram @matialonsor

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Z Δ C K K B Δ R Δ Z O W S K i

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Fabio Zingg

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Tye River Cabin Co.

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Walid Hoshmand

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[candybisous]

release girl

[goldblums]

From the first moment I met you — your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.

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a piece of advice my dad gave me and I’ve never forgotten is, “if you won’t worry about it in 4 months, don’t worry about it now.” saved me countless times, it’s a philosophy to adopt and help improve your life. Failed a test? ask yourself if you’ll think about this still in 4 months? Made a fool of yourself in public? I doubt even the people who saw it will remember it past today. Know you could have done better? Ran further? don’t beat yourself up over it, you can do better tomorrow. Don’t overthink things, a lot of negatives matter less than you think they do.

[igmakeup]

[goodreadss]

“In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines …”

Madeline - Il diavoletto della scuola

[ludileiva]

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The Suite of Empress Alexandra Feodorovna at the Winter Palace in Saint Petersburg

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Munich Residence | nonalimmen

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for @wlwocpoetrynet‘s 5/11/18 prompts.

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you’ve  got  a  trail  of  crimson  hanging  from    your  chin   /   tastes like sweet liquor   /   tastes  like  the  kindest  of  punches  to  your   jaw again again again &again   /    you’ve   got  a  trail  of  crimson  hanging  from  your  chin  and i say  your right  cheek  looks  like  something’s  been buried right underneath, red and purple splotches blooming underneath pale flesh / your skin’s become a garden for roses made of violence. red. dangerous. my fingers trail over the blossom as if i’m spreading more seeds and you

grimace as if your bed of flowers has been disturbed. “i’ll help you grow more flowers”   /   and you relax for a moment as my handful of seeds meets your face again. 

bruises look just like roses, the thorns are just underneath the skin. | @neongodsnetwork‘s prompt week 1 : roses blooming beneath the skin