amber.

self-indulgent not self-destructive.

[miamaimania]

Vulva Pilgrim Badge (14th c.) ◆ The Netherlands ~ A vulva on legs, staff in hand, off to find salvation

[calliopechild]

We all like to think we can handle change gracefully, and then someone rearranges our grocery store.

[389]

Claudia Keep, ‘Morning Swim’, 2022 Oil on masonite panel, 12 x 10” in.

[meet-me-behind-thee-mall]

“Do you know why I kept saying the best song was ‘Space Oddity’?” Vanessa asks.

“Because of your favorite part.”

"When he says, ‘Tell my wife I love her very much . . .’ ” Vanessa says.

“And then he says, ‘She knows,’ ” Joan says.

“Yeah,” Vanessa says. “That’s it. That’s the best part of that song. But do you think she knows? Do you really think she knows?”

“She knows,” Joan says. “She absolutely knows.”

“Okay,” Vanessa says. “I can live with that.”

— Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid

(THOSE WHO KNOWS KNOWS)

[c0ssette]

Luca Giordano,The Fall of the Rebel Angels (1660 - 1665) detail.

[itsagoodlife]

“You’re asking me what I want for breakfast and I’m telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn’t even cry. You’re handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I’m passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You’re passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I’m half laughing about my psychiatrist’s office and how there’s actually a couch and it’s made of blue tweed. You’re trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can’t lie anymore. These are the things I’ve done and they’re mostly sad. These are the places I’ve been and they’re mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand.”

— Fortesa Latifi

[sunbathe]

[ryebreadgf]

the september wind that makes you nostalgic for stupid things has been blowing through the city. watch out

[clottedblog]

homemade jam on homemade bread HOORAY

[ceeseesthesea]

[everythingbeautifulinitstime]

[liefst]

[ageae]

[i-wrotethisforme]

My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s moms’. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.

[buckskin-blues2-deactivated2025]

I <3 making out

[sunsoak]

That one person you haven’t spoken to in six years who straight up haunts your memory and dreams 🤣

[flowerinaflame]