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Autumn with falling leaves; setting suns; warm cardigans; steaming hot coffee that scaldes your tongue with the first sip; tea that reminds you of a lineage of women before you, who have sipped the same recipe, over, and over again, for comfort; baking food for yourself, and sharing it with others; running hands on the soft blanket that reminds you so much of a past that doesn't exist anymore, but was dear to your heart; Folklore and Evermore cause what's fall without TS records; looking at cats and wishing you'd be born as one if there do be a next life, and and and...
Don't you sometimes just love the feel of winter, the entire aesthetic included. In a turtleneck, snuggling in a warm blanket with a classic book and a cup of coffee or tea to keep you warm as you furiously scribble notes about characters, your thoughts and observations, and the quotes that you love the most.
Feels like winter to me.
Light academia be like
♡ Little Free Libraries ♡
the fact that I get stuff done even tho I procrastinate is the reason I procrastinate
Are you becoming what you've always hated?
Isle of Dogs / Game of Thrones / Painting by Jenn Mazza / Unknown / Ancestral Memory by Hari Alluri / Unknown / Venetta Octavia / Emma Tranter / Unknown / Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo / @ machineryangel
shades of green in Van Gogh’s paintings
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You bleed too much darling, gather up your flesh, drape it around your abysmal void. Nothing is seldom worthy enough to be mourned over till it turns you into a shrine of ghosts gulping tears of every mortal. Love yourself enough till you carry yourself to the grave, my love!
Her Schrödinger's cat, Eleventh insight
The memories we carry ultimately dissolve into what we fundamentally were; the tiny wild flowers, the rapturous first kiss of a teen couple, the coral pink tints lingering over the sky, the flock of sparrows, the lo-fi melodies, the cup of cappuccino being slurped in the balcony. Isn't it cyclical permanence disguised as impermanence?
Her Schrödinger's Cat, Ninth Insight
To walk down the night through the stars, just to melt in the mellow morning beams, peeping out through the fog!
-epiphany
I tore my flesh until it oozed out poetries.
-epiphany
shades of green in Van Gogh’s paintings
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i love discovering the hidden gems in my city!
shades of green in Van Gogh’s paintings
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