dk-thrive:

The older I get, the more I find that you can only live with beings who liberate you, who love you with an affection that is as light to bear as it is strong to feel. Life today is too hard, too bitter, too debilitating for us to suffer new bondages, new captivities from those whom we love. This is how I am your friend: I love your happiness, your freedom, your adventure, in a word - and I would like to be, for you, a companion you can be sure of, always.”

— Albert Camus, (to René Char, 1957) in “Camus-Char: Correspondence 1946-1959) (Gallimard, 2007) (via Alive on All Channels)

titsay:

mournfulroses:

Suzanne Scanlon, from “Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen,” published in 2024

zandrapaints:

so enjoy the season you’re in

remanence-of-love:

whizpurr:

eggsdoodz:

🫛 you have time, the peas said so…

metamorphesque:

ALT

haiku #14, tathev simonyan

decadadedecadencia:

Tiles, Gustav Klimt

grickle14:

Alone with the moon.

maybe-itsforthebest:

- j (x)

apixasflora:

In love with pretty stained glass designs🪻༉‧₊˚. ‧࿔

sakrafka:

body dysmorphia