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Frederick Stanley Haines (1879-1960) - Home Under Moonlight.
there are corners of this website where the year is still 2013. and sometimes, on beautiful nights when the veil is thin, you can find them . if you know where to look
you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
Auguste Clesinger, 1849, “Woman Bitten by a Serpent”. Marble sculpture.
too young for unnecessary stress, I gotta live
why are people outside at the same time as me it’s my turn
you must think highly of yourself. there is no other option.
“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”
— Ernest Hemingway, Cat in the Rain
get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all
Eileen Myles, “Peanut Butter.” I Must Be Living Twice: New and Selected Poems 1975 - 2014
My Love, Don't Cross That River (2013) dir. Jin Mo-young
Han Kang, “White Hair.” The White Book (translated by Deborah Smith)
Marguerite Duras, The Lover (translated by Barbara Bray)
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
Sometimes you gotta make yourself drink water and sit in direct sunlight, like some kind of wilted houseplant
Can’t tell if I’m feeling empty or just disgusted by everything lately.