“A winter sky, a soft warmish December sky whose tender ash grey makes of the rose with its rotting shades a transparent flower of amber.”
— Jean Lorrain, from Selected Poems; “Dropping Petals,” written c. 1889
Pulp Fiction (1994), dir. Quentin Tarantino
A wall of leaves, 28-08-2021
Karyl McBride, Will I Ever Be Good Enough? Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers
Details of The Execution of Lady Jane Grey, 1833, by Paul Delaroche (1797-1856)
Peder Mønsted - Sunset over a forest lake, 1895 (details)
Chunky flakes
When that disgusting season they call summer finally ends and you start feeling that sweet sweet autumn chill in the air
photo: @jjj_.in on instagram
academia but i’m at my 9-5 job
spending my lunch break speed reading
rotating through my collection of trousers, sweaters, and button ups
constantly brewing coffee
researching each task extensively in my spare time, just because i’m curious
bringing my own pen from home because it’s obviously the only right pen