reading alone in your room at sunset with your windows open while the wind caresses your skin is probably the closest thing we have to a cure for the human condition
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1. The Lovers of Valdaro are a 6,000 year old Neolithic skeleton couple who were found buried together in Mantua, Italy.
They were both around 20, both 5′2, and had no physical trauma evident in their bones. They were buried with flint tools. Their limbs are entwined in an endless embrace.
2. The Hasanlu Lovers are 2,800 year skeletons found locked in an eternal kiss in Solduz Valley, Iran.
The body on its back was around 20 years old, and the other skeleton was around 30 and showed signs of injury on the right side of their body. They were found in a plaster grain bin, most likely hiding from soldiers in a raid, and asphyxiated during this time.
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Abandoned somewhere in France.
📸Julien Harlaut
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nothing better than showering and putting on oversized clothes and getting into bed with clean sheets and reading books while sipping your favorite drink. LITERALLY NOTHING DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS
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Dreamy spaces by Joe Mortell
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“The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.”
— Charlotte Bronte
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I found love in your eyes
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You know that feeling of waiting? Like when you're waiting for someone at the bus stand or for your favourite show to release another episode? I've been feeling that waiting all my life but the problem is....I don't know what I'm waiting for.
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why can’t i have a group of people who love literature come to a cave with me and read poetry
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i wish i get into an accident and lose all my memories from my past too often for a normal person ig
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Lucy Keating, Dreamology
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But the thing I will never admit to anyone who's met me is how desperately I want to be loved, I don't think I could say it. How I want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me, and want me, I want to be wanted and I don't know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted.
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nothing worse than that fucking headache you get after you cry for too long
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