LetsFloatOhSoDelicatley

voirlvmer:

“Pour water over each wound. What about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me.”

— Sanna Wani, from “Princess Mononoke (1997)”, My Grief, the Sun

vermilionight-deactivated202302:

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

etherea1ity:

Views from Mountain Hostel, Gimmelwald, Switzerland. ( via )

dreaming–and–doing:

“if we make it through december, everything’s gonna be alright, I know.”

if we make it through december

weltenwellen:

You are like me, wishing for such perfect moments, and frightened for fear of spoiling them.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

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weltenwellen:

Franny Choi, from “Unlove Poem,” American Poetry Review, May 2022

sunbathe:

@shasta.dy

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metamorphesque:

ALT

— Natalie Diaz, Manhattan Is a Lenape Word

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weltenwellen:

Carolyn Marie Rodgers, from “On/My/Aging”

weltenwellen:

James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk

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julykings:

steadily recognizing that i’m allowed to exist in public spaces and not feel embarrassed about it… can you believe i used to feel weird about/too inadequate to sit on a bench in a public space. it’s ok. you’re allowed to be. just be. just sit on a bench. it’s ok

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weltenwellen:

Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

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ponderorb:

Pair of earrings in the form of vines, enameled gold mounted with amethysts, France, about 1840-50.

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metamorphesque:

― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

aesthetic-lyrics:

flashlight // the front bottoms

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