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“Once more, I was faced with someone I understood who could neither read me, nor see me, nor perceive me.”
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume Six: 1955-1966.
what the fuck is rizz. tell me i’m the knife you twist inside yourself
October study vibes
cover art for the suburbs by bickle
teeth necklaces
Tania Font: Deconstrucció (2021)
This window tried so hard and gave so much light and joy even though the view outside was just trash cans. There's a metaphor in there somewhere
i'll find you when the sun goes black
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