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@thisainttherapy
in anticipation of autumn, here are some of my own dark academia-inspired photos 🕯✨
Man, it's been over a year since I've been on this app...
It's been a long hot second..
I´m only alive when I can wear wool sweaters and cover myself with blankets. When I can burn candles and cook some tea and soup.
The Cotswolds, England
“Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. July 1907
I meant to spend all my light on you
Anastasia (1997) dir. Don Bluth and Gary Goldman Soundtrack written by Lynn Ahrens, composed by David Newman and Stephen Flaherty
how do you think incels feel when they come to this website and see women wanting to fuck junkrat and pennywise but not them?
I read this in a very accusatory tone
honestly this is my favourite addition to this post bc if you read it as being accusatory it becomes hilarious
I’ve been on a four month Wasteland, Baby! lockdown
you have only seen a reflection of what you appear to be. who you really are depends on the places you find yourself and the people you get lost with, not your waist size or the skin you’re wrapped in. you are a construction site; a work in progress; not your disability or weakness. hair grows outrageously, and out of control; a natural disaster we all survive. you might feel pretty obnoxious or incongruous sometimes; individually we’re all different, but together we create an exquisite bouquet of flowers.
- ekta somera
Umberto Eco and Susan Sontag listening to a talk by Roland Barthes, 1970s.
Stacie Flinner | Babington House.
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