“I Can’t Get You Out Of My Mind Tonight; The Corner Of The Sofa Where You Sat Is Haunted For Me By

dreamy winter morning - 11/26/19

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“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

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

i'm so jealous of people with such expansive and sophisticated vocabulary like for the love of god please stop using words i've never even heard of

27.12.18 being my own barrista has its perks

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Jane Austen // Bao Phi

idk who needs to hear this but get your ass up and start living the life you kept saying you wanted. chase the dreams you kept on dreaming about. don’t just write it down, go execute it.

House of Brinson