Maria Vasilievna Yakunchikova

i hope this reaches the target audience:

hold on for one more night, one more day. appreciate all the little things keeping you connected to the world. tell yourself the end can wait one more day. see how you feel tomorrow. see if you can keep going a while longer.

by Andreas

it doesn’t have to be good it just has to be done

the problem i run into men, without fail, is trying to talk to them like i talk to women and realizing that even the most conscious and progressive and evolved man just cannot reach me at the depth that women can. i want and expect that depth and complexity every time, but i need to let it go. i still enjoy talking to a handful of men, it’s not like it’s all horrible and boring—there’s fun and charm there. it’s just different.

*feels my body get anxious for no reason* what is it boy, what do you see?

January 1972 // the coast // Oregon

#hope

The Drowned, by Josef Manés (1867).