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bliss lane
KIROKAZE
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
occasionally subtle
NASA

pixel skylines
Stranger Things

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Fai_Ryy

gracie abrams
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Xuebing Du

shark vs the universe
hello vonnie

tannertan36
d e v o n
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almost home
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* aesthetic & character study sideblog to @cyacide * mass liking / reblogging is ok * runs on a queue
me: [vibrating slightly because I had too much caffeine] everything in the world is my fault
results of @nosebleedclub’s earlier writing sesh. contained vignette about a man in a grave. something I wanted to hear, I guess. something I need right now.
quiet days filled with music…
8/04/2021
“Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again. ” - Homer
Foggy mornings at the Louvre
Ig: pixel.planetarium
Dominicanenkerk. x
Detail of ‘An Elegant Bouquet’ by Gustave Jean Jacquet (french, 1846 - 1909)
Walt Whitman, “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”, Leaves of Grass
[Text ID: “Low hangs the moon, it rose late, It is lagging — O I think it is heavy with love, with love.”]
Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)
[Text ID: “I dreamt of you last night — as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me…”]
Clarice Lispector, “Excerpt”, Collected Stories (trans. Katrina Dodson)
[Text ID: “She catches sight of herself in the mirror. But is that her over there? is that her, with the face of a scared rabbit, who’s thinking and waiting? (Whose little mouth is that? Whose little eyes are those? Yours, leave me alone.) If I don’t try to save myself, I’ll drown.”]
Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems
“This must be what love is: a pain so radiant it cuts through all others.”
— Bone Map: Poems, ‘Beekeeping’ by Sara Eliza Johnson
Valeria Luiselli, Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions
“A haunting is very much like a memory,”
House of Psychotic Women: An Autobiographical Topography of Female Neurosis in Horror and Exploitation Films, Kier-la Janisse