amour

“22 December. Today I do not even dare to reproach myself. Shouted into this empty day, it would have a disgusting echo.”

[eternalgirlscout]

shakespeare wasn't lying that tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow can creep in this petty pace from day to day

[electronicpandacowboy]

I love you very much Cristiano Ronaldo 🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹

[orpheuslament]

October, Louise Glück

[scavengedluxury]

it’s because you’re always on that damn Budapest Municipal Photography Company Archive

[astrothii]

you know it’s the real deal when you have to call up your friends, romans, AND countrymen

[academic-vampire]

“I was looked at, but I wasn’t seen.”

-Albert Camus, “The Misunderstanding.”

[random-brushstrokes]

Henri-Jean Guillaume Martin - Sadness (1900)

[jiaseeds]

[feminist-space]

I don't want to ask AI a question. I don't want AI to write my sentences for me, at all ever. I don't want AI search bars to be the default and I don't want them to be in such a way that I can't opt out. I don't want this kind of AI in my life and there is no such thing as AI art, there is only theft of art from human artists by AI scrappers. I don't want any of this, I hate it. Maybe in a world that isn't driven by tech bro capitalism we can see machines doing all the dangerous inane things so humans can be free to pursue life and creativity. But that's not what's happening right now and I hate it.

[dollkisses05]

When is it my turn

[metamorphesque]

William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

[allsadnshit]

I just know me and every other girl at the bookstore today with big headphones on wanted to speak to each other so bad but knew we wouldn't

[kosmogrl]

[stuckinapril]

yes girl I think it’s incredibly sexy how indecisive you are about every single decision in your life. I also love how you haven’t let anything go since you were 12. can we make out now

[arte-artem-artibus]

Edvard Munch - Melancholy Man and Mermaid (Encounter on the Beach), 1896-1902, pastel and wash on paper, 25.3 x 34 cm

[filthyprotozoan]

(me on a first date) and what do you think of the inherent intimacy of surgery? have you considered the love someone must have to put their hands under your skin and hold the most grotesque parts of you and put them back together nicely? is anyone really closer to you than that? we all get uh a little enamored on the surgery table don't we haha. wait come back

[tranquildeath]

born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory