Il Dolce Far Niente.

Victoria. As for me, all I know is that I know nothing. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

[deseos-de-la-via-lactea]

[lucky-o-ne-deactivated20191025]

[infected]

Ipanema Beach, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil by Remy Von Stade

[cottaqecore]

olivia pierce

[unaliveish]

natalie jurrjens

[yvngbebe]

[f0restnympho]

since no one is crediting the artist it’s @ starparkdesigns on instagram

[sitoutside]

[brigantias-isles]

Peacock

William De Morgan

[louisegluck]

Mary Oliver, from “Summer Morning.” [ID in alt text]

[jpgperceptual]

[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

[ruhlare]

the truth is that love requires effort. you have to invest. you have to give, but also receive. love is not a one-sided contract. you have to water each other. you have to take care of each other. love isn't easy, but the effort is worth it when it's reciprocated.

[bergamotbarbie]

im still here, even after a thousand deaths

[cache-e]

“I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.”

Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath;"Elm," wr. c. April 1962

[wovi]

when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

[wovi]

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ada limón, lucky wreck

[kissedbythevoid]

[02nd]

i date to get buried next to eachother