[ID: July 1. Too tired. END ID]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ A very tired July. Here’s to all who’s still pushing through it. 🜍 ⟡ ⟢ 

[5-6/?] screencaps  ❯❯❯  Daenerys

Albert Camus, The Fall

Rb with your job, wtf do you people do while offline???

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 23 February 1925, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: 1923–1927

Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim’s cheek. My father’s laugh. Peeta’s father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick’s eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well, to make their death count.

Franz Kafka, in a diary entry dated 1 July 1914, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923

— María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

You’re the only light I’ve ever known. You’ve changed me Violet.