An unexamined life is not worth living But the examined life is no picnic
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An unexamined life is not worth living But the examined life is no picnic
Howard Pyle. The Garden Behind the Moon, 1895.
obvious definition of "make love" thing:
omg omg omg they are so adorable, I'm waiting so much this movie omg i am so so thrilled
Deux jeunes femmes s’embrassant, Louis-Leopold Boilly, 1790-94
IT LOOKS SO MESSY I LOVE IT ALREADY
OMG OMG OMG I’m so waiting.....!!!!!!!!!
Yes. It’s May 20th and the leaves, green, green, wearing their masks and speaking, calling out their Sapphic loves, are here- here- here- calling out their death wish: “Anne, Anne, come to us.” to die of course.
Anne Sexton, Leaves That Talk
Everyone prays in the museums, right? .......right?
I just want to party with my writer friends in NYC, organize a secret society, sneak into the library at night and produce anarchy there, read out loud banned poetry to a person I am desperately in love with, drink champagne for us being immortal and be happy.
So we invent the people we love?
Witches’ Flight, Francisco de Goya, 1798
fem HENRY WINTER ???
Poison Ivy (1992 film) / The Secret History (1992 book)
Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.
Letter from Virginia, 8 February 1927
If only it could be like this always.
Always summer.
morgan harper nichols