hello everyone let’s stop looking back and wondering if things could have been different, it’s never gonna happen! love you
June, July, August. Every day, we hear their laughter. I think of the painting by van Gogh, the man in the chair. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go. His hands over his eyes.
August by Mary Oliver
Carol Kane in “The World’s Greatest Lover” (dir. Gene Wilder - 1977).
Roe Deer by Daniel Trim
Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992)
bea de giacomo, outer hebrides
— Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”
ああそう…あんけーとのこたえ でたの…
Ah…the questionnaire had been closed…
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947.

















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