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Richard siken / dave eggers

Sylvia path

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

the siren 🌊

The Los Angeles House, 1995

remembering the absence of something is also a presence induced madness

Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem

I bet on losing dogs - mitski // deborah williams

this is forever going to be my favorite poem lana ever wrote. i read it at least once every month.

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Antiques at Home, 1989

[text id : “To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge]

they had a great time

Once you were lost and now you’re back home