Women In Joseph Lorusso's Paintings

may i present to you… my henry winter.

Something about angel wings-

Much about a broken heart.

oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and

i shit you not a question on the irish state exams today asked you to write hatsune miku fanfic. this is the weirdest timeline.

― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

fluorescent store lights, you shine through the night / illuminate my pores and you tear me apart

album moodboard: lush, mitski (2012)

Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Elaine Feinstein from, “Insomnia.”

and a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder witch that never, never was