[bled]

[househunting]

$1,795,000/4 br

Ottsville, PA

[theintrovertnation]

[adnerwbell]

[lovkakashi]

https://ig.me/1Q50jEmmsEmLJ8E

[templeofapelles]

Sandro Botticelli Three Graces, detail.

[oift-deactivated20200815]

[daisylongmile]

“I’m 24 years old and play this game with myself: buy myself something delicious for the weekend, blueberry muffins or flaky croissants, and forget it by Friday. Saturday morning comes and I am lucky to know me. I wasn’t born knowing how to love me, but I’m learning now; catching up for lost time between us. I keep the windows open. I play oldies throughout every corner of my apartment. I tell the dog how good it feels, at least for today, at least for right now, to be alive.”

— Schuyler Peck, Can’t Get Enough Of My Love (via schuylerpeck)

[thenamelessranger]

the bird stuck in the wall chirps for an empty auditorium

[thenamelessranger]

feeling a little less whole day by day. the passing moments are either everything at once or nothing at all. when i am not sentient, i watch myself portray someone who is. rose cheeked, beaming eyes, she loves the world, and the world her. it's the game i exist to play. and day by day I grow weaker and weaker. darker and darker. and more and more i feel like a dark hole. a faulty namesake. if God is real, their calling may not be holiness, but irony.

[thenamelessranger]

everyone is an artist or a liar to some extent. frankly, i think they're one in the same. we live and we experience, we pay attention to details - someone's facial reaction to your joke, the colors someone chooses to wear on a given day. we give it meaning. we interpret, base our following actions on that interpretation, and relay that interpretation to others. it's an art. it's a lie. we never know the truth. even if one were to ask for it, an honest reply may not be given. to live - to exist - nothing is in its actuality. we don't know anything really. we are comfortably wrapped in our security blankets, it's warmth finds a place around our necks. it's how it has always been and how it will always be. many are content with this. i never will be. always searching for the truth in the lie - for the core. a craving for rawness that can never be fuffiled. to live is a lie, to lie is an art, and art, after all, is subjective.

[sicknare]

[muddyshade]

[mmilhouse]

i love coming home at the end of the day and untying the ribbon around my neck that holds my head on

[thenamelessranger]

i would very much like to finish writing a book. but all i can seem to write about these days are the people around me. and people don't like it when you write about them. i wouldn't want anyone writing down their perceptions of me

[florallpeach]

flourish - instagram

[art]

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