the world is quiet here;

˚˖𓍢ִ 🕯️˚ la belle époque

For most of my life, I’ve had to fight the idea that I’m nothing more than someone to throw away, or pass around as needed, or that I’m not capable of being of real help because I’m a girl. But I came to understand that I was the same person the whole time. I’m loved now, but when I wasn’t, it didn’t mean I wasn’t worthy of it. No one but you is allowed to dictate what you’re worth.

Anaïs Nin, Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947-1955

Dark Academia aesthetic

Frédéric Chopin, from a letter to Tytus Woyciechowski wr. c. December 1831

Nelly Sachs, from “Enigmas of Night” The Seeker, and Other Poems

there are winter mornings when the cold without only adds to the warm within. — emily dickinson, december 1852

a chill enfolds the countryside

Florence and the Machine, from Mother

THE WITCHER: SEASON THREE Vol. 1 on June 29 | Vol. 2 on July 27

Dagou, Burning tears 2021

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

Photo: Nikolay Krusser

cool chandelier at museum today