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Cosimo Galluzzi
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Janaina Medeiros

@theartofmadeline
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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trying on a metaphor

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oozey mess
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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@theburnthatkeepseverything
how it feels to be online these days
I feel so bad lately and I'm not even trying anymore. I need a place out of my head
An 18th century travel female urinal with an eye portrait and the inscription “Ha je te vois petit coquin,” which roughly translates to “Ha! I see you, little rascal.”
#there it is… the icup
Carolyn Bessette Kennedy by Bruce Weber
I was used to everyone seeing me as a burden. (...) they all wanted me to get better, but it’s not as if they enjoyed my company. (...) I still felt like this very worthless, pathetic person, you know, like I was just a waste of everyone’s time.
Sally Rooney, Conversations with friends.
“It is August: the true ending of a year. I’ve grown sick from trying to love who I am.”
— Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream
Romania, 1997 (photo taken by my mother)
Ppl will be like “end the stigma around mental illness uwu” but still judge you if you’re unemployed or single or not completely self-sufficient or healthy or perfectly groomed or still live with parents and don’t see the hypocrisy in that whatsoever
those of us born in loss only trust the light
“I want to sleep with you – to fall asleep and to sleep… Simply – sleep. And nothing further. No, also: to burrow my head into your left shoulder, my arm on your right shoulder – and nothing further. No, also: to know even in the deepest sleep that it is you. And also: to hear how your heart resounds. And – to kiss your heart.”
— - Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke
Stroboscopic photographs of the New York City Ballet’s production of Jewels, 1967. Photographed by Gjon Mili.
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I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to be alive. For so long
I thought not to be loved is good but to be loved is to be good.
All those years, convinced — surely I must be bad, the way you keep punishing me.
— Leila Chatti, from “Faulty,” published in Prairie Schooner