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March 2021

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@lovesdaya

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"Why did I even took out the notebook, I don't even know what to...*writes nine full pages*...write."

#writing #when you don't even know what is it you're thinking #you write it down #and you still don't know what is it you're thinking #you just needed to spit it out #dark academia #chaotic academia #diary #thoughts #notebook #ink #soul #XIII🧵🗝️

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“Only the day before, Francis, in a swish of black cashmere and cigarette smoke, had brushed past me in a corridor. For a moment, as his arm touched mine, he was a creature of flesh and blood, but the next he was hallucination again, a figment of the imagination stalking down the hallway as heedless of me as ghosts, in their shadowy rounds, are said to be heedless of the living.”

— Donna Tartt, The Secret History. (via soracities)

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you can’t even run away and join the circus anymore

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From my rotting body flowers shall grow.

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Roe deer/rådjur. Värmland, Sweden (March 28, 2024).

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- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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my problem is i am a girl who likes the idea of doing so many things but in reality only has the energy to daydream about doing those things rather than actually doing them

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kristinadarth

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I'd be unstoppable if I didn't have to worry about time or money or having a body

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"I disappeared into books when I was very young, disappeared into them like someone running into the woods."

- Rebecca Solnit

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“You never pretended to be a bride when you were a little girl?” No???? Like literally never?

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Eurasian red squirrel/ekorre. Värmland, Sweden (December 30, 2018).

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“I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot