“She is written in a foreign tongue.”
- Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady
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oozey mess
todays bird
cherry valley forever
occasionally subtle
NASA
Cosmic Funnies
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
noise dept.
Mike Driver

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Keni

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EXPECTATIONS

if i look back, i am lost
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official daine visual archive
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@vintageaesthetesoul
“She is written in a foreign tongue.”
- Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady
(via)
Experiencing burnout in an area you love doesn’t mean you are no longer passionate about that thing, or are any less good at it. It’s often an indication that there are other parts of your life that need your care. A garden looks most beautiful when every flower is watered, and you deserve to nourish yourself in the same way. You will flourish again.
classic academia 🕊
This give me "home before dark" vibes 👀
Fav books ❤️
late autumn. gazing from balconies into the cold night. feeling the breeze on a walk through the forest. warming your hands with your cup of hot chocolate. being excited to read the new book you bought. collecting pretty leaves for pressing. creating autumn playlists. sharing an umbrella with someone you love. your laughter, forming little clouds of cold breath.
the dark academic urge to buy books simply to feel the texture of the pages and inhale the vintage smell that takes you back to places you’ve never been with people you’ve never met
midterms are finally over! now i have a little more time to sit by the river and read.
in another life, I would be spending my weekends in museums and spending my morning on train rides reading a book. I miss reading books
*scrolls through tumblr with an open textbook that i have yet to read beside me
Istg I'm doing this at the moment .
Federico Garcia Lorca, Half Moon.
"find someone who-" how about THEY find ME
The sound of heavy rain while you are in bed.
i don't WANT to live in a society i want to live in a bookstore cafe
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus