gosh:
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“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via coral)
future selves, contained
(C.B)(11.28.18)
Interpreting the placement of the lips. The actors’ art. 1888.
Hallig Habel, a farm in the flatlands of North Frisian Islands, Germany, during an extreme high tide. Handbuilt Shelter by Lloyd Kahn
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‘Hands have their own conversation.’
depression after years of having it isn’t even sadness it’s just being exhausted and being allowed one (1) emotion a week and sometimes your brain is like “die” and you’re like “shut up brad”
