“I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.”
— Iain S. Thomas
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“I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.”
— Iain S. Thomas
Intimacy in the form of a cup of tea
You know who are way sexier than actors?
Writers.
IN LIBRAS LIBERTAS may book club pick. the atlas six by olivie blake
❝ we are the gods of our own universes, aren’t we? destructive ones. ❞ ―@olivieblake, the atlas six
inspo.
René Magritte, La Reproduction Interdite, 1937
Camille Norton, Corruption: Poems
“Any religious ritual is arbitrary unless one is able to see past it to a deeper meaning.”
— Henry Winter
“In my head, I do everything right.”
— Lorde / Supercut (via bnmxfld)
A world more tolerable than ours
hopeless romantics we should unionize
this union would be a goddamn disaster
Passivity is a disease.
Decide what you want and take it.
Emily Palermo, “What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado” // Hieu Minh Nguyen, “Pig” // Richard Siken, “Planet of Love” // Mary Oliver, “Dogfish”
Relationship status?
Waiting for a miracle
“We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?” “To live,” said Camilla. “To live forever,” said Bunny, chin cupped in palm.
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History
Anaïs Nin, from “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1955–1966”