I Wish Romance Was Real And Not Just Displaced Longing For What Was Missing In The Past

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

On soft spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars — something good will come out of all things yet— and it will be golden and eternal just like that — there's no need to say another word.

Jack Kerouac, big sur

in dedication to summer rain and the smell of petrichor

at work today after a snowstorm ❅

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– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

Festive winter Vogue covers from 1919-1929, pulled from the Vogue Archive.

(fall covers) (winter covers)

“She wished she had something like baseball that she could talk about with her daughter — a safe subject they could visit without subtext or aggression.”

— Min Jin Lee, Pachinko

Gillian Flynn, from Sharp Objects

don’t want to be a girl i want to be a single star in the night sky shining so bright all the way to lonely people who look up and hope to see a sign