[spacecax]

The Beatles - Norwegian Wood (this bird has flown)

norwegian wood will always be my favorite work of art

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[dysphoresque]

Text ID: How wonderful will be / the end of all things / as my body rots / and I am destroyed.

— All About Lily Chou-Chou (2001) dir. Shunji Iwai

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

[virgin-suicide-s]

[engulfes]

Have u ever been the loneliest girl in the world

[moonstoast]

— dissociation

the book of disquiet by fernando pessoa // a breath of life by clarice lispector // againts the mass of the night by kaye donachie // how to dissapear completely by radiohead // normal people by sally rooney // rené magritte // virgina woolf // by me // enrico robusti

[without-ado]

Webb captures Jupiter's faint rings, auroras & hazes

l composite from its NIRCam instrument(x)

[theorangepdf]

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

[ilyiwantusbothtoeatwell]

let me see you and stay

neil hilborn // text post – @rebeccabinch //  naudline pierre – through the clouds, 2020 // flintcoded, 08 –15 – 21 // the first bad man – miranda july // sade alandria zabala // georges bataille // @tristamateer // mess is mine – vance joy // @softhe4rted , i will – mitski // taylor jenkins reid, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo //georges bataille – the dead Man //

[inkskinned]

there's an end to the loneliness, right? it ends, eventually? and i'll be finally whole inside?

[brokenheartedcubscout]

Don’t Tell Anyone, Tony Hoagland // Automat, Edward Hopper // A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini // Office in a Small City, Edward Hopper //  Down Here, Ada Limon   

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[mymotherlaughs]

we’re all going to the world’s fair (2021) dir. jane schoenbrun

[theoptia]

Jean Toomer, from Cane; "Evening Song"

Text ID: Full moon rising on the waters of my heart,

[weltenwellen]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[traumatied]

“I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.”

— Lora Mathis, If There’s A Way Out I’ll Take It (via wordsnquotes)

[jiangwanyin]

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)