que sera, sera

cate, 24: living, longing

[mournfulroses]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from "Letters to a Young Poet," originally published in 1929

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Virginia Woolf, The Selected Letters

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Edith Wharton, Summer

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holy quaternity

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somos costeros | víctor m. alonso

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Years will pass, and you will have visitings of despair and yet be tortured by hope.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

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Ian McEwan, Atonement

[myjourneythroughfilm]

Sunset | Deception Pass Camera: Canon A-1 Film: Kodak Portra 400

[holohedral]

[perequiste]

did you seriously just forget to find beauty in the ordinary

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

[7bitter]

white australian heathcliff, it's me i'm 36yo blonde barbie cathy w a primo facelift & veneers, i've come home!

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Maya C. Popa, Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “All inner life runs at some delay” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[nevver]

Constellations of summer, Alvin Ng

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I am writing to you on the terrace of a tiny old castle parched above the sea. The castle turns pink in the sunset, the sea sparkles three hundred foot below. A large bottle of golden wine stands at my elbow. I write and write and write,

Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf wr. c. February 1933

[indulgeinselfcare]

[existential-celestial]

“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.”

— Franz Kafka (b. 3 July 1883) in his letter to Oskar Pollak