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*pushes tear back into eye* not now

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Everyday schedule

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Smallsword

British

c.1780-1810

The smallsword was the typical civilian sidearm worn in Europe from about 1650 to 1800. It was both a deadly weapon and a stylish costume accessory for the fashionable gentleman. The materials of smallsword hilts vary considerably, according to the wealth and taste of their owner. In England, silver was the preferred medium, and the custom of hallmarking silver with date-letters provides the opportunity to document changing forms and ornament. English smallswords served as models for Colonial American silversmiths.

The MET

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People don’t like to have somebody knowing more than they do. It aggravates them.

- Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

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escapes for when you feel anxious

exploring a flowery town with cute villagers

drinking a milkshake in an empty diner at 3am

real life that feels dreamlike

cute sunflower field dates

in love with the universe

softest love songs

living inside an 80s tv show

drinking tea on a cozy raining morning

you’re an angsty teen in a coming-of-age film

summer road trip in the west coast

vacation in san francisco

living in an old French film

stargazing and contemplating the meaning of life

late night drives in a 90’s movie

watching a beautiful sunset over the beach with someone you love

feeling dazed and drifting off under dreamlike sunlight

going to the beach in a camper van in 1960′s california

collecting whimsical music-boxes and taking pictures of clouds in paris

falling asleep on the moon

city lights at midnight

half dreaming,half awake in faded 60s sunlight

remembering someone else’s memories like they’re your own

being the guardian of a snowy forest who befriends wolves and takes care of baby fawns

being in a vintage fairytale

wandering the avenues of vintage New York City

living in a cinematic landscape and watching over a magnificent scenery

exploring an art museum

eating fruit in a small italian seaside town

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I wonder where you’re going.

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you know those moods where you just wanna cut everything and everyone off n just fall asleep for like two weeks

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dancing alone in your room is as close as you’ll get to self care without actually fixing your life

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my heart is my biggest flex, the way i love is different

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"for your eyes only" kind of love

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on wanting what you cannot have

Gemma Troy, Heart Lines. / Chunking Express (1994) dir. Wong Kar-wai / Washing Machine Heart (2018) Mitski / silhouette, park slope, Brooklyn @joelzimmer / Sylvia Plath, Poppies in July / Lossapardo / Clarice Lispector, Àuga Viva

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“Funny how silence can be the loudest sound of all.”

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Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (2004).