thingsfromthedirt:

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violentwavesofemotion:

Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of. F. F.; “Let Us Believe In The Beginning of a Cold Season,”

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grandefilms:

Colette (2018), dir. Wash Westmoreland

your-lovers-and-drifters:

Now, Voyager (1942)

xshayarsha:

“I am so filled with my love of her. And at the same time I feel that I am dying. Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.”

Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934)

Darling, you were never meant to be Atlas;
Lay down the world for a moment.
I promise you, it will not fall.
heavy is the head that does not rest // p.s. (via gallixie)