𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. — 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆

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𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. — 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒓𝒆
Longing for my Highschool years when i was full of Russian history and sex and classes i fell asleep in and jewelry my crushes gave.
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being tired all the time is such a mystery.... is it anaemia? vitamin d deficiency? chronic fatigue syndrome? depression? insomnia?? is it just the crushing weight of being alive in a capitalist society??? someone cure me
I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel…
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2020 reading list: war and peace by leo tolstoy
Adonis, tr. by Samuel Hazo, from “The Desert”, The Pages of Day and Night
elie saab bridal spring ‘18
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West written c. February 1933
Photographed by Emmie America for Aleï Journal Fall/Winter 2018
Sometimes my heart, shaken with disgust, shouts at me.
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Galatea Kazantzaki c. November 1922 (via violentwavesofemotion)
im what the victorians would call a “vile, ill-tempered and thoroughly wretched little creature”
one of those days words by jadedbabe
“Very unhappy and haunted. I wish I knew what to do.”
— Vita Sackville-West, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Writings,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Annotations with Edgar Allan Poe