“People do not see you, / They invent you and accuse you.”— Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
The joy and freedom of not being known, not having your whole life uploaded on the internet. Share some things, keep the rest safely tucked in a treasure box that you bring out only for those you know and love.
every night
love really is cooking. cooking for and with your friends is an act of love. cooking for and with your partner is an act of love. cooking for YOURSELF is especially an act of love. the care, the tenderness, and affection??? to nourish not only yourself but the ones you love??? those moments you spend??? god its just love thats all i can say
i think a society failed its youth if they feel old (derogatory) at 20
Standing.on.icebergs.cold here in Vermont. (at Vermont)
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i would literally kill to walk around in a museum or a library right now. don’t even talk to me about coffee shops unless you want me to cry. god I miss being out and about