in your heart of chambers

the fact that time passes and things change and people leave and you can only go back to a place physically and you will never be 14 15 16 again………….. i don’t understand how we are meant to endure that

“I have no faith — and that’s what it’s about. My friend Harry put it in the best way ever once. He was like, ‘Man, sometimes I just wish I could make the Jesus leap.’ But I can’t do it. I mean, I definitely have weird beliefs that come from nothing. I wasn’t raised religious. I do yoga and stuff. I think breathing is important. But that’s pretty much as far as it goes. I like to believe that ghosts and aliens exist, but I kind of doubt it. I love science — I think science is like the closest thing to that that you’ll get. If I’m being honest, this song is about turning 11 and not getting a letter from Hogwarts, just realizing that nobody’s going to save me from my life, nobody’s going to wake me up and be like, ‘Hey, just kidding. Actually, it’s really a lot more special than this, and you’re special.’ No, I’m going to be the way that I am forever. I mean, secretly, I am still waiting on that letter, which is also that part of the song, that I want someone to shake me awake in the middle of the night and be like, ‘Come with me. It’s actually totally different than you ever thought.’ That’d be sweet.”

— PHOEBE BRIDGERS on “Chinese Satellite” via Apple Music

Photograph by Lucien Clergue, France.

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— The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 2: 1934-1939 (via decreation)

SLO

Landscapes.

Normal People (2020)

White Oleander, Janet Fitch

[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text. Front: The best times of your life have not yet been lived. Lucky Numbers 41, 36, 22, 51, 39, 34 Back: August, Chinese text 八 (bā) 月 (yuè)]

ig: jonmichaelfrank

Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963

2,292 Plants Fill the Audience in Opening Performance at Barcelona’s Gran Teatre del Liceu

A photograph from Yerkes Observatory depicts nebulae in the Pleiades, August 1919. Photograph courtesy Yerkes Observatory

      Défaire      ……………………………………………………. les nœuds       

                                   tirer délicatement …

                                  .                

me: *breaks down crying in the privacy of my own home*

my brain: you’re faking your emotions for attention. you’re just doing this because you think it makes for a cool personal narrative