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EarPods Accessories and Caravaggio

@heyday.arte

Yo I'm heading up to Victorian London, y'all want anything?

Crush, Richard Siken 

"Art Vs Sea" by Fidan Zaman

OH NO OH FUCK ITS RACIST WHY DID NO ONE WARN ME

I’m literally only five pages in😭😭

“I am too young and I've loved you too much.”

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Early evening ponderings

Most of the time I am happy with the abilities and level of talent i posses...I may not be the smartest, the most elegant or the most beautiful, but still I am pleased with what I can do.

But then I will experience something or meet someone and suddenly I am not enough...In those moments I cannot help but feel my own inadequacy...I wish I could write like Fitzgerald, philosophise like Aristotle, paint like Millais or sculpture like Michelangelo. Because even in the moment as I feel something changing the course of my life forever I know...

I know that no matter how hard I try my words will never be enough to explain the experience I had so that people understand the profoundness. No matter the big words I use or the time I spend explaining I will just sound silly, not having the tools to convince them the rightness in my theories. No matter the adjectives I use the pictures i conjure up of flashing eyes and soft limbs and elegant fingers holding a cigarette, or the soft curl tucked behind an ear it will never be enough. Even now I cant stop myself from trying to make you understand, knowing fully well that I cant.

So in those moments all my feelings of contentment are washed away and I want nothing more than to be Baudelaire+Homer+Catullus+Botticelli+Bernini. Only then will I have the abilities to make the world understand the way a life can change with just a look or a touch.

Marie Lu

never seen two pretty lovers, one of them always gotta die dramatically

I’m at peace with the fact I might forever remain single due to my parasocial relationships with poets and writers who have died hundreds of years ago..

“If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.” 

― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

A letter of importance

Carl Heinrich Hoff (1838-1890)

@classicaldreams

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Symphony of eyes and moon.

Every time i look into your eyes, I drown in new shade of happiness.

It feels like i have passed through every season and travelled through every synonym of sadness

-sana

Its not my fault for being obsessed with heart shaped things

we talk about forehead kisses a lot but what about kissing on the head, like actual head, like on the hair, that shit's too pure

this place is kinda getting to me, ngl ✨🌺