“Stayed a long time looking at the sea. Despite all my efforts and reasonings, impossible to shake this sadness which I do not understand at all.”

— Albert Camus, from American Journals (via violentwavesofemotion)

Because you were the first. The first face this face saw. And you were seared onto my hearts, Amelia Pond. You always will be. 

you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”

Masfield Park illustrations by Darya Shnykina (x)

Franz Kafka (June 7 1912), from 'The Diaries of Franz Kafka'

a little bunny looking at the stars in case you're having a bad day.

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Jenny Holzer, Protect Me From What I Want, date unknown

something something about mundane love... wanting to do the mundane and simple acts of life with someone. wanting to exist with them through life. Wanting to love them through highs and lows but also choosing to love them through the everyday acts of life. wanting to do laundry and taxes with them. you chose to love them and want to exist next to them in life. life brings so much, but it's also just doing dishes and taking showers and having to go to that doctor's appointment. sometimes it's so quiet. but you can love through the silence too.

Scream (1996) dir. Wes Craven

Read in 2023: Helen (Euripides)

"HELEN: Your future is a sword, not bed with me.

MENELAUS: If so, I am the unhappiest of mortals!

HELEN: Then run away! You need not be embarrassed.

MENELAUS: And leave you? When I just sacked Troy for you?"

trans. Emily Wilson collected in "The Greek Plays"

“You have to be some level of delusional to be happy” I say to him. “To sit there and see the world for exactly what it is? Only a madman wouldn’t go mad”

-𝘢𝘺𝘢 //𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦

— A Meeting, by Mary Oliver

“Of all flowers: you”

— Kim Addonizio, from ‘You Were’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems (via soracities)

Under the Tuscan Sun (2003) dir. Audrey Wells

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.”

— T. S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding,” in Four Quartets