[fidnru]

“…history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.”

— Joan Lindsay, Picnic at Hanging Rock

[serratedpens]

Shannon Pratson, "Still Life with Sky, Coffee, Tulips, Anna Karenina, and God"

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from “The Sun” in Devotions

[aloyhh]

sorry for how i acted when there were multiple noises happening at the same time

[your-first-priority]

A small house in mountains and no one knows where i am.

[mango-season]

Olivia Gatwood, Life Of The Party

[tallahasseemp3]

"Can the absence of words tell a story? Like a pattern in lace, the holes as important as the threads?"

Eden Robins, Remember You Will Die

[geryone]

Exit Opera, Kim Addonizio

[geryone]

We Interrupt This Broadcast, Gregory Orr

[fageleh]

—Michael Lassell, from How To Watch Your Brother Die

[geryone]

Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson

[geryone]

Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson

[liefst]

Every day is a miniature house of worship

[geryone]

Exit Opera, Kim Addonizio

[wovi]

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joy sullivan

[soracities]

Asli Mahdi, "Origin Story #4", pub. The Offing [ID'd]

[illmadekn1ght]

ohh my god but what if there is still time. what if there is still time. hey. there is still time? there is still time. have you heard. there is still time. hi. there is still time. did you know. there is still time.