februarybelle

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the eise eisinga planetarium in franeker, the netherlands, the oldest working planetarium in the world. located inside the former home of eise eisinga

mhm

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

Alaska has some incredible diverse landscapes to offer. 

anyway. onto better things

Louise Glück, “Unpainted Door” Poems 1962-2012 / Ingmar Bergman, Bergman On Bergman interviews with Stig Bjorkman, Torsten Manns and Jonas Sima / Moonlight 2016 dir. Barry Jenkins / Fiona Apple, Second Bite interview by Craig McLean, The Guardian / Eighth Grade 2018 dir. Bo Burnham / Norman Rockwell, Little Girl Looking Downstairs at Christmas Party / Anne Carson, “The Anthropology of Water” in Plainwater

on shame and yearning (pt.2)

I have an end-of-life patient to whom I spoke today. She burst out laughing and said, "It was all such fun. I just had so much fun." I wish this for everyone. I wish that we each would meet death laughing, with little regret and even less fear.

— Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre

armor, 1617

travelers between worlds

Screaming crying etc etc

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I am becoming my own self fulfilled prophecy oh oh no oh no oh no no

strongest martial god

|| ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present a picaresque score of passing fancy ||

im, sorry

蛮@qiuyanga

subtle intimacy is so soft!! knowing someone’s routine and slowly becoming a part of it. memorising favourite teas and soups and drink orders. good morning and good night texts and messy paragraphs of love written half asleep. nicknames only you know. just!!! small things that say “look how dear you are to me.”

randomised gold

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

i saw these posts practically back-to-back today. what’s going on 📿

“Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea?”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping

Fiona Apple reading the ‘When the Pawn..’ poem in 1997

and may gods love be with you 😢

@7000s’ archive

suddenly remembered this poem as i was making breakfast this morning & frantically googled “poem remembered to buy eggs?????????” & somehow managed to find it & it utterly knocked the wind out of me just as much as when i first read it