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my mind is a prison (i can't stop making true detective posters)

i know the warrior nun fandom is hopelessly dead, but i couldn't get this idea out of my head

New bookstore and cafe finds in Gothenburg. The bookshop is a lovely little second-hand store in an antiques (?) shopping center. There was an adorable linocut stamp of a cat that you could use on your book, and turns out the bookseller made it herself!!

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𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶

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Appendix: Hope and the Absurd in the Work of Franz Kafka from The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays, Albert Camus

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IT REALLY IS TIME TO SAY GOODBYE; ON LOST LOVE

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert // Taylor Swift Wonderland // Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) dir. Michel Gondry // pinterest // 방탄소년단 BTS OUTRO: House Of Cards // Sam Moe Corallium (via @voicedwords) // Blythe Baird "Horoscopes For Self-Doubt," If My Body Could Speak // Mitski I Don't Smoke // 花樣年華 In the Mood For Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai // 방탄소년단 BTS Let Go // June Gehringer I Love You, It Looks Like Rain (via @geryone) // Mahmoud Darwish Memory for Forgetfulness

#maybe i would be okay if i let this go forever #eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

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you go to high school as a dead poet society then go to college as a good will hunting and graduate as a before sunrise

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Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in grandmas florals and a vintage cut. Smelling like thrift stores and books and dried flowers.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the macarbe. Art filled red with blood, and wardrobe filled black and silver. Jars of bones and hair and herbs.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in nature's song. The howl of the wind. The bold heat of the sun on their skin, and the smell of eucalyptus and petrichor.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the sweat on their brow and the strength of their lift. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins. The beauty in their form and focus.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the tap of their heels on tiles. The way their voice commands a room. Warm printer ink, signature signed.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the paint on your apron and the beadwork your mother taught you. The songs you made up with your cousins over your childhood summers will be the lullabies your children fall asleep to.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the layer of fat on top of your soup, the bubbling of yeast and the smell of onion, garlic, and rosemary.

Here's who the femmes who's expression lies in the strum of the bass and the bang of the drum. Grimey venues with sticky floors, full of screaming, sweat, and fiery passion.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in decedant fabrics galore. Velvets and satins and ruffles and lace. Rhinestones and ribbons. Leather and linens.

Here's to femmes whose expression lies in enjoying the simplicities of life. The smell of the jasmine tree on the walk home from book club. The changing of the leaves. The way their barista knows them by name.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in comfort and care. The softness they've carved for themselves. Matching pajamas and mismatched socks. Home is where the heart is, and where goldilocks finds her "just right."