Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)
mirror traps by hera lindsay bird
morning/evening walk
charlotte ager, city life - a series of illustrations conveying the conflicting feelings of living in a city
transparent Couple with Their Heads Full of Clouds by Salvador Dali (1936)
she’s a 10 but she rots in her room all day listening to music and making up scenarios in her head
Vicente Aleixandre, ed. by Lewis Hyde, from A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems; “The Explosion”
[Text ID: “I devoted myself to one endless afternoon. / I’ve loved you every moment of that afternoon.”]
you're never going to get back to being your old self bc that's not you anymore. things have changed, life has gone on, circumstances have altered. you can only be who you are now and who you will be in the future. there is no going back. you can be similar to the old you, you can perform activities that the old you did, but returning to that person is not going to happen as that is a skin you have already shed and it simply doesn't fit anymore.
in a similar vein, just as you can't force yourself into the shed skin of the old you, you also can't do anything about your alternative lives. the "I could have gone pro", "I could have lived like xx if not for that relationship", "I could have been a doctor if not for my mom's bad advice". you have to let those alternate universes go. you can't stay mad in the real world while you fantasize about what could have been. the choices you made in life have shut those doors behind you. focus on moving forward and opening new doors.
When you drink a hot beverage and you feel the heat spilling and blooming in your chest… There is nothing like it!
‘hey i haven’t talked to you in five weeks but we’re still best pals’: a story about me and human interaction.
WATCHER (2022) dir. Chloe Okuno
—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: I am alone in my room, between two worlds.]
Nickie Zimov | Gray Area 3.5, Gray Area 2.7, Gray Area 1.1
Good news! I just remembered the word I forgot mid sentence nine hours ago
WHAT IS LOVE IF NOT THE SHARING OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL?