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“The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes— the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows.” (Joan Didion)

Street Scenes (comparatives) Vincent Van Gogh, Café Terrace at Night  |  Louis Anquetin, Avenue de Clichy

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i’m really so close to scattering the pages of my journal around the house as a cry for help ghdjxdj

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life gets so much better when you realize you can literally do whatever the fuck you want if you dont care what anyone thinks about you

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Elaine Feinstein, from Collected Poems and Translations; “Muse for E. T.,”

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stay hydrated guys!

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Daniel Richter (German, b. 1962), Ich war nicht dabei [I Was Not There], 2011. Oil on canvas, 200 x 250.5 cm.

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Hello Hello?

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I hope whatever is bothering your heart, keeping you up at night, making you run in your mind gets healed and solved.

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someone: you forgot to eat? how?? aren’t you starving?

me: I don’t know I can’t feel anything

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