[a-quiet-green-agreement]

That night, the sky cleared. After sunset, when night had fallen, I gazed at the stars for ages.

— Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

[effiesketch]

heading south

[bakwaaas]

I hear that

[timidangel-deactivated20230318]

“The relief of giving in to destruction.”

— Franz Kafka, from a diary entry featured in Diaries, 1910 -1923 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[dame-de-pique]

C.L. White - Lake Erie View, 1915-1920

[al-burooj]

I am indeed left-handed... good catch. (on the hunt for other left-handed people on tumblr, hence the question)

anyways, I'll let you be now. take care :)

lol hope you find your people

you too take care 🌿

[al-burooj]

one last question: are you left handed?

nope, fully right-handed. your question implies you're left-handed?

[metamorphesque]

Franz Kafka, The Silence of the Sirens

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

"I'm very far now. Far from all of you, far from myself. I am in the outer darkness, you see."

— Scott Hawkins, The Library at Mount Char

[veblamall]

it was just a color

[thebluesthour]

from A Practical Field Guide to Mystery (by arsspoetica)

[bebemoon]

“…the silence of frost-bright nights,”

— Amy Lowell, from “The Cremona Violin,” written c. September 1919

[lilium--bosniacum]

Odmazda Gospodara tvoga će, zaista, užasna biti!

[luthienne]

Anne Carson, from Antigonick

[Text ID: Messenger: too big a silence]

[bakwaaas]

at the end of the day cup of tea will always be there for me. cup of tea has never let me down

[gharriya]

Awaji Island in moonlight | Wilson Lee

[petaltexturedskies]

For me it was important to be alone; solitude was a prerequisite to being openly and joyfully susceptible and responsive to the world of leaves, light, birdsong, flowers, flowing water.

Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays