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Trying to remember the last time I played hide and seek. The last time I said hi to everyone on the street or saw the girls I spent every day of six years with. The last time my dad picked me up, or my mum brushed my hair. When was the last time I dressed without consideration? There is so much to think about now. I remember falling on the grass at school and making stories with the clouds. Hanging upside down from the swing and realising how big the world was. I wonder on the path of growing when we stop feeling big. I am taller now, smaller still.

Vita Sackville-West, from Complete Works of Vita Sackville-West

'carmela' by antonio riello, 2003 in eretica: the transcendent + the profane in contemporary art - demetrio paparoni (2007)

🐚 easter shell 🐚

The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

me, flirting: you could probably catch me easily if you chased me through the forest

To be remembered is next to being loved, and to be loved is Heaven, and is this quite Earth?

Emily Dickinson in a letter to Adelaide Hills wr. c. Spring 1871

The Mandalorian S02E08 Chapter 16: The Rescue

skylar parkar by a.j hamilton

La Morphine (1905) Albert Matignon

Camisole 1898 UNKNOWN

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"it's my comfort media" and the media in question is the most angsty, tragic, heartbreaking shit you've ever consumed

April

by Mary Oliver

I wanted to speak at length about the happiness of my body and the delight of my mind for it was April, a night, a full moon and --

but something in myself or maybe from somewhere other said: not too many words, please, in the muddy shallows the

Frogs are singing.