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“Half wood-nymph, half princess.”
— Molly Haskell on Audrey Hepburn, FIlm Comment (1991)
it's always "I love you" and never "cubitum eamus?"
Rusalochka, Vladimir Bychkov (1976)
Your presence, your warmth.
Our closeness, our understanding.
Your blog gives vibes of sneaking into a museum late at night and running around in the halls, footsteps echoing as you glide from one room to the other. It smells like coffee and rain and a certain smell that you can quite pinpoint, but it feels like home. It is longing for a life that has not yet been lived while missing one you never had. It’s two friends catching up in a library discussing art and planning the next literary revolution. It’s comfort and discomfort, a rebel in disguise.
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I hope you become the subject of an artist’s art one day . Whatever form it may be.
old paperbacks, messy hair, mismatched socks, disorganized playlists, kisses on collarbone, smeared mascara, crumpled paper, art galleries, museums, rainy sunsets and gothic architecture, coffee, studying under dim light
I be like I know a spot and then convince you to take me to a bookstore and buy me books.
The World feels complete and whole, and I, its Child, fit into it seamlessly.
ig credit: thenostalgicreader.
There is something thoroughly intimate about reading someone's annotations in a book. Reading their exact emotions and feelings at a particular line. It's seeing a part of theirself that most people, if any, do not. Its understanding their mind, and there is nothing more intimate or beautiful than that.
reading a book isn't enough i want the book to, as julian said, consume me, devour me, unstring my bones. then spit me out reborn.
she's a 10 but she reads classic literature to escape the modern world
you wear an ancestor’s face
Lucky Wreck, Ada Limón