Chihiro's eyes

A veces escribo, casi no hablo. Tengo la esperanza guardada en una mochila.

[mundo-de-palabras]

Si no escribiera, mi alma se secaría y moriría.

Isabel Allende

[neuroconflictos]

“Me gustas cuando acaricias mis cicatrices.”

— Jesús Márquez García

[mskrianna]

“I defeated the marble and made it ductile, like wax ...”

— Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini

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[a-l-ancien-regime]

detail from the portrait of a lady by Vittore Ghislandi “Fra’ Galgario” (1655- 1743)

[unspokengrief]

i guess. journal entry

[spellchased-deactivated20210321]

plant haven home by @my_tiny_jungalow

[shisasan]

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[recaption]

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[maurice-utrillo]

The Windmill at Sannois, 1912, Maurice Utrillo

Medium: oil,cardboard

[rabbitinthemeadow]

And how the breeze will whisper such strange things On some mournful October evening // Part 30

[recaption]

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[florealegiardini]

Meadow Flowers (Golden Rod and Wild Aster), ca. 1892. John Henry Twachtman

[volverte-tinta-deactivated20250]

"Uno se encuentra con muy poca gente en la vida".

Pedro Lemebel

[phantomladyoverparis]

El techo de cristal (1971), Eloy de la Iglesia