Light Colour Beauty
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my my my
look at all the pills i have to take.
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i must be a dick. it is my destiny.
(via maulsmistress)
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I am lying in bed early in the evening. A burnt honey colored candlewick sits on my rosewood bedside stand sending blades of smoke into the French countryside air. I am falling asleep, maybe my eyelids are closing or I have just started dreaming, but I don’t realize it yet. -
Amleto
da leggere accuratamente…
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“As silence falls I am dissolved utterly and become featureless and scarcely to be distinguished from another. It does not matter. What matters?” — Virginia Woolf, ”The Waves” (via violentwavesofemotion)(via hattiewatson)
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Soaking tub.
Lo-res 35mm film scan.
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About 54 percent of graduate students report feeling so depressed they have “a hard time functioning,” as opposed to ten percent of the general population. -
“If you’re struggling, you deserve to make self-care a priority. Whether that means lying in bed all day, eating comfort food, putting off homework, crying, sleeping, rescheduling plans, finding an escape through a good book, watching your favorite tv show, or doing nothing at all — give yourself permission to put your healing first. Quiet the voice telling you to do more and be more, and today, whatever you do, let it be enough. Feel your feelings, breathe, and be gentle with yourself. Acknowledge that you’re doing the best you can to cope and survive. And trust that during this time of struggle, it’s enough.” — (via hattiewatson)(via hattiewatson)
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Meeting in the Dream World: Oneirogens and Tips for Better Dreaming Members of an oneironauticum practice lucid dreaming and dreaming together with the help of oneirogens, sensory triggers for dream recall.At five in the morning the alarm clock quietly chimed. I leaned over and gently roused Erik. Then I reached toward Ivy, asleep on the cot on my other side, and woke her too. Barefoot and in my best nightie, I got out of bed and padded around the apartment, nudging the dozen people sleeping on futons and couches. “It’s time,” I said. In my wake, drowsy people reached for the pill of galantamine, an extract of red spider lily, and the bottle of water I’d placed near them earlier. We’d gathered to dream together, a monthly commitment we’ve kept for more than a year. Thus began the Oneironauticum. […]
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