“I knew what I looked like. I looked like a woman in a Hopper painting … the one in Morning Sun, who sits on her bed, hair twisted into a messy bun, gazing through her window at the city beyond. A pretty morning, light washing the walls, but nonetheless something desolate about her eyes and jaw, her slim wrists crossed over her legs. I often sat just like that, adrift in rumpled sheets, trying not to feel, trying simply to take consecutive breaths.” –Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
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Lily of the valley 💕🧚🌱✨
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hello, friend
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“Yes, in winter there must be / some healing,”
— Bella Akhmadulina, from “Winter” (tr. Geoffrey Dutton and Igor Mezhakoff-Koriakin)
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@ annaliehowling
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Your body is so soft.
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can i bite you with romantic intentions?
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“I found peace in your violence”
— Marshmello (via neckkiss)
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Eclipse in AthensÂ
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damn the start of this scorpio season is brutalÂ
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organised my laptop, cleared my table, and began some research for a phd
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