VALERIA

méx / virgo

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf; Selected Diaries”

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from "Of Love", Red Bird

[typewriter-worries]

[ Text ID: Love, love, love, it was the core of my life, ]

[feminescu]

i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing

[floridakilo]

their daughter

[zegalba]

National Geographic: Scattered light within the plumes turns the sky red in Hawaii Volcanoes National Park (2004).

[warriorprincesstramp]

they should invent a life that is liveable and a sleep that comes easy and a winter that doesn't feel like decay and a spring that doesn't feel like the past and a head that doesn't hurt and a heart that doesn't sit in your chest like a rock and a body that doesn't hate you and a hometown that doesn't make you lose your mind and a university that won't kill you they should invent a me that is normal I think that would be really neat. ok good night I love you

[fairycosmos]

2020 being 4 years ago has me clawing at my bedroom walls

[metamorphesque]

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

[metamorphesque]

― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)

[somethoughtseeds]

[feral-ballad]

Etel Adnan, edited by Kamal Boullata, from Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Arabic Poetry by Arab Women; “Jebu”

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love” -The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1931-1932)

[arterialtrees]

ALL THINGS ARE DELICATELY INTERCONNECTED by Jenny Holzer

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Woman of the Lake (Yoshishige Yoshida, 1966)

[sighcomics]

december

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934

[hel7l7]

I try to fight it, but some days it is really hard

[eatpussypraylove]

It’s cool to not be totally healed from something 9 months later and it’s also cool to understand that you don’t really heal from anything you just live beyond it and find new happiness and it’s cool to grieve the loss of some sort of innocence you can’t quite name and it’s cool if you’re crying because I am too