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Anonymous asks: Hey NQ! First of all I hope you're doing fine and hope that waitressing haven't been so stressing as it was for me a while ago. I miss seeing on tumblr, do you use IG? Wish you all the best things, always! ILY bye bye for now Natalie! <333
YES!!!! spookypope! i love you! waitressing was god awful but it’s over now and i am moving to boulder on THURSDAY! i’m sorry you had to waitress, it is not an easy job and I don’t think i could do it again. you are a superstar! i use instagram a lot, follow me and i will follow back my anon pal! love you!
I think of you so often you have no idea.
Landscape in the Mist (Theodoros Angelopoulos, 1988)
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Rodolfo Morgari
I feel humiliated, inadequate. So much of what one thinks, imagines, is false. How carefully one must compare it with reality, retouch it. But I get tired, so deeply tired. I crave peace, a choice, a simplification. Which one? Whatever I choose seems to demand a sacrifice I cannot make.
—Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955
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Mateo Cerezo, Magdalena, 17th century
Monet’s house&garden, Giverny, France by Rick Ligthelm
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This summer has been so short, so small. I think that like “Alice” it ate the cake that said “Eat Me”, and dwindled and dwindled until it was so tiny that it ran out through the cracks under the door.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to James Johnson c. August 1937 (via violentwavesofemotion)
