beds for a quiet little exhibition
Endpapers from Anatole France’s Thaïs by Frank C. Pape (1926)
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– Virginia Woolf, from a Letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909
[TEXT ID: "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." END ID]
Endre Penovác __ a very young cat wondering
William Shakespeare, from “Henry V”
I love dusky pinks. this too is an earth tone, to the evolved mind
you have to get yourself out of bad places. you need to resist the temptation to let everything slip and become apathetic & cynical toward yourself and your life. you need to accept that it takes time to change and it’s ok to fall over as long as u get back up. every morning is a new start and things don’t have to be this way forever. you can heal and you can change.
mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see
need to have a bowl of soup that changes my life and soon
i'm gonna give u head(aches)
I dunno maybe the horrors would be less daunting if we were holding hands
with each other or with the horrors?
well i do have two hands after all




