Im Like A Religious Art Piece. Grotesque, Haunting, Full Of Melodrama And Guilt And Unsettlingly Horny.

Sylvia Plath, September 1950 journal entry

jean-honoré fragonard (french, 1732-1806)

“love the sentinel” ca. 1773-1776

It is okay, he has forgotten me anyway.

Speed paint commission of Tuteur for Vin.

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“I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.”

sometimes I think about the sculptors hands that moulded and formed the statues and then I touch the cold stone and I feel our hands meet through time and space

Lula Heart Beret by Adele Mildred

I got these gorgeous Waterhouse mugs and I never want to drink tea from anything else ☕🌹

the friend you miss comes home for good. you never see another mirror. it's summer forever and that terrible thought you keep having finally disappears.

does the mortifying ordeal of being known guy know that his paragraph from a six year old NYT opinion piece about emailing pictures of goats to coworkers has become God Tier Tumblr Gospel ? like does he KNOW though