“the art of being your own muse and recreating yourself as many times as you need, adding more layers and color to your spirits canvas until you like what you see.”
— iambrillyant
has anyone considered that i don’t wanna
forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again
love letters, victoria chang
[ID: A white piece of paper on which is written: I’m down in the garden. I love you. Here’s coffee.]
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― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.]
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter to Anna Gregorevna Dostoevsky wr. c. May 1880
