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Rare ➤ Man Overboard

and yeah, it’s really quite more painful than it sounds  i can’t believe we’re losing the connection that we found i’m heavy with the weight of missing you, my dear, and i would tell you how but you’re too far away to hear that this was the worst day, cause this was the first day that you’re gone

Planetary

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this is unfair. it’s always, “hi, how are you?” and never, “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you. and wish from this day forth never to be parted from you” :(

Words can be razor sharp and undermine both reason and heart … The words can be soft petals in flower, barely touching the skin and leaving burning in the depths of being.

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Las palabras pueden ser afilada navaja y socavar tanto a la razón como al corazón… Las palabras pueden ser suave pétalo en flor, apenas rozando la piel y dejar ardor en el fondo del ser…

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~ Ocean Vuong, On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous

Spring Dark Academia Outfits

A rainy day: A pale, oversized sweater with embroidered flowers and vines on the collar of the button down underneath. Hair frizzy with the humidity, wrestled into a messy bun or left in a puffy cloud. Loose, comfortable tartan pants or skirt. Doc Martens or some other combat boots that can splash through puddles. Long trench coat. A dramatically oversized black umbrella, preferably with some sort of fancy handle. 

Strolling through sunny streets: A jewel colored tank top or bralette under an oversized white button down, left unbuttoned and loose. High waisted tan shorts or cigarette pants with brown leather shoes. Hair is loose and overgrown after the cold months of not cutting it. Gold jewelry wrapped around fingers and throat in the shapes of arching branches, thick with flowers and thorns. A baker boy hat to keep loose hair pushed back.

The birds are singing: Flowing white linen skirt or pants. A billowy shirt or sweater in pale colors with ballooning sleeves. A silk bandana over the hair to keep it from fluttering, ticklish against the face. Or perhaps one of the first flowers tucked carefully behind one ear; it slips every so often, but every time fingers brush against it something light and airy ignites in the chest. 

Not ready for summer: Making one last use of winter fashion before the heat forces it back into the closet. A black turtleneck and plaid skirt, but now without a heavy overcoat or warm leggings. Leather boots now used for splashing through puddles instead of snow piles. Dark green sweaters and skirts are getting worn especially, as they match both the new plants springing from between cobblestones and the evergreen trees that never left. Dramatic lipstick, red like freshly crushed fruit. 

Perfect weather to pretend to be an archeologist: Something in all tan and white. A light brown sweater vest over a white cotton shirt with the sleeves pushed up haphazardly. Tan, high waisted palazzo or midi pants. Rich brown leather belt with a gold buckle that matches the comfortable shoes perfectly. Egyptian coins fashioned into earrings. Golden round glasses that keep slipping over the nose, only to be pushed back up again.  

Picnic time: A loose, flowing midi dress with puff sleeves and a delicate floral print. Brown leather lace up boots. Hair in a long braid or up in a French twist, the comb covered in jeweled flowers or perhaps skulls. Rings on almost every finger, each one placed deliberately with an affirmation spoken softly on the lips: this one to protect, this one to offer insight, this one to help me remember. A picnic basket in one hand, worn leather satchel around the other shoulder filled with study materials to enjoy as deeply as the fresh fruit.

//the only bitterness you need today is the delicious bitter taste of red wine and dark chocolate//

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

-Oscar Wilde

Parco Durazzo Pallavincini, built between 1840-1846 in Pegli, a town to the west of Genoa, Italy.

one thing I’m grateful to my mom for is telling me from a very young age that if a man ever says he’ll kill me if I don’t do what he says, that I should fight and die. that it would be better to die than to be brought to a second location, it would be better to die instantly than live a little longer after god knows how much violation. i know that other people’s moms gave different advice, to be quiet so you can live and get away. little girls all got some kind of advice on what to do, though, huh? like… WHEN a man wants to hurt you. it’s surreal to think about how this shadow affects the landscape of girlhood

Beautiful Latin phrases ~ part 3

•omnia iam fient quae posse negabam - everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now

•poeta nascitur, non fit - the poet is born, not made

•qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it

•saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be

•sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still

•si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war

•struit insidias lacrimis cum feminia plorat - when a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears

•sub rosa - under the rose

•trahimir omnes laudis studio - we are led on by our eagerness for praise

•urbem latericium invenit, marmoream reliquit - he found the city a city of bricks; he left it a city of marble

•ut incepit fidelis sic permanet - as loyal as she began, so she remains.

trying to prove a point to the boys at school

reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont

“The soft grey of the dawn had lightened and the sky was the wet pale blue of a water-colour sky just painted and not yet dried.”

— The Member of the Wedding, Carson McCullers

bookstore cats...the cutest!

'The Picture of Dorian Gray' by Oscar Wilde (published in 1890)

Dreamy

In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

I would love to be able to tell you face to face, that in spite of time… I can’t forget you!

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Me encantaría poder decirte cara a cara, que a pesar del tiempo… ¡No puedo olvidarte!

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Moss Green

Photographed by Freddie Ardley - Instagram @freddieardley

“Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.”

—

A. J Hamilton “Lilith".