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prattleskidaddle · 4 days
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“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well
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prattleskidaddle · 6 days
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Saul Leiter Untitled, New York City c.1950
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prattleskidaddle · 9 days
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Lay me down in the woods
Until I've overgrown the things I should
You know I'd love to stay
At least until I can feel my bones shake
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prattleskidaddle · 11 days
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The Princess Bride (1987) dir. Rob Reiner
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prattleskidaddle · 17 days
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Moet and Chandon White Star, 1899, Alphonse Mucha
Medium: lithography
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prattleskidaddle · 20 days
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I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, I am banished...
Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923
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prattleskidaddle · 27 days
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Hebe Rejected, 1837
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prattleskidaddle · 1 month
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Sometimes it returns
Like rain that you slept through
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prattleskidaddle · 1 month
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I’m not the type to say I told you so
I think the hardest part of holding on is letting it go
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prattleskidaddle · 2 months
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Larry Williamson.
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prattleskidaddle · 2 months
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chloé rtw autumn 2o24, pfw .
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prattleskidaddle · 2 months
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I could drown myself in someone like you
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prattleskidaddle · 2 months
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“I weep because you cannot save people. You can only love them. You can’t transform them, you can only console them.”
— Anaïs Nin, from Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939
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prattleskidaddle · 2 months
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Sam Haskins. Back View with Ace of Spades, from the series ''From Cowboy Kate and other stories''. 1963.
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prattleskidaddle · 2 months
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Slowing down to live in a strobe light
Hard time, to sleep in a king alone
Solitude is harder the third time
On my oh my - here we go
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