jan | she/her | 20 something who wants to be painted like one of those french women | lover of food, music, book & cinema (very basic?), oh and taylor swift too
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You should be able to rot in bed for 2, maybe 3 hours after waking up before it starts affecting what time it is. If I wake up at 8:30 and lie in bed for 2hr it should still be 8:30 when I get up
Gustav Janouch, Conversations with Kafka
People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is “You’re safe with me”—that’s intimacy.
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (by Taylor Jenkins Reid)
“That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive. Great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. We hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts.”
— One of the best articles I’ve ever read. Rookie Mag. By Spencer Tweedy. (via wildyork)
We will NOT be stressing over people in 2024 when we could be studying and absorbing so much knowledge, learning the piano, taking up horseback riding, upgrading our skincare routines, reading so many more books, spending so much more time off our phones, giving the love rejected by some people to others who want it and return it in kind, learning music theory, taking up a language (French for me), saving up to travel, developing financial literacy, focusing on our goals, revamping our fashion sense, getting good at photography, carrying a camera everywhere w us, expanding our music knowledge, working out more consistently, and learning so many more recipes
i have been so sad about all the things that went horribly wrong that i feel so stuck, i haven’t been able to move on
i have been blown to pieces & been blown apart, it has been years now and i haven’t been able to put myself back together, not even a single piece
Haruki Murakami
Rocío Romero García
Marina Tsvetaeva, On Love
Dear readers,
I believe, there's no such thing as "too much love" or "too much Vanilla".
~from random 2 am thoughts.
bro,,, to be seen as poetry???? to have someone look at you and see art?????? bro.
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”
– Jay Vespertine
People are oceans. You cannot know them by their surface.
- Beau Taplin
Oscar Wilde // L. Munir, "Lazarus" // Gustav Klimt, The Kiss // @lucidloving // Take Me to Church—Hozier // Richard Siken, "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out" // @lucidloving // Gustav Vigeland, Man and Woman // Caitlyn Sieh, "Mythology" // @lucidloving
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Alain de Botton, Essays in Love // Eden Robinson, "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted" // Chloe Liese, Always Only You // Anne Carson and Euripides, An Oresteia // Two—Sleeping At Last // Studio Bones, SK8 the Infinity // Trista Mateer, "is it okay to say this?" // @moodylilac // D. H. Lawrence, "The Rainbow"
Nick Miller
i need someone who will go on night drives with me fr
{ Words by: Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation //Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel }
Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
Carl Jung, “Memories, Dreams, Reflections”
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”
from Chorus, eds. Saul Williams, Dufflyn Lammers & Aja Monet / 14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, david "doc" luben
Imagine being with someone who wants you simply because of you just being...you