Sleeping In the Forest, Mary Oliver

like literally when catherine earnshaw said “i wish i were a girl again, half-savage and hardy and free, and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them; why am i so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? im sure i should be myself were i once among the heather on those hills.”

itsseylynn 

“DREAM VII: WHO WILL SHE BE?” GRETE STERN // 1949 [gelatin silver print | 21.5 × 27.5 cm.]

Kuijärvi, Finland, 1981 Arno Rafael Minkkinen

what is everyone’s starbucks order? there’s a profound emptiness inside of me that never goes away no matter what i do. i’ve never gotten over anything that has ever happened to me in my life. i’m deeply nostalgic and romantic and i miss everything and everyone. i have no idea how to express my appreciation or affection for others so i lose everyone and everything. i’m afraid i’ll never have healthy relationships that last. anyway my favorite is an iced oat milk latte with caramel

Sophie Rude-Fremiet (1818): Portrait de femme enveloppée dans un châle des Indes (details)

“Centaur in love” Illustration featured in German art nouveau Magazine JUGEND issue 16 of 1897.

quote by Rachel Wiley

Marie Howe, MAGDALENE: THE ADDICT, from “Magdalene: Poems”

[”I liked Hell, I liked to go there alone relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone. The worst had happened. What else could hurt me then? I thought it was the worst, thought nothing worse would come. Then nothing did, and no one.”]