Richard siken / dave eggers
Sylvia path
Richard siken / dave eggers
Sylvia path
Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin
“I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947
Folk art is displayed under a ceiling lined with Greek rag rugs in Frogmore’s festive dining room and kitchen.
The Los Angeles House, 1995
remembering the absence of something is also a presence induced madness
Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem
I bet on losing dogs - mitski // deborah williams
My Bedroom Is A Sacred Place Now —There Are Children At The Foot Of My Bed
From Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass by Lana Del Rey
this is forever going to be my favorite poem lana ever wrote. i read it at least once every month.
ghoulfriends!
Antiques at Home, 1989
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
[text id : “To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge]