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𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾

[ratnik-paorskog-srca]

-ne bih kuću pored mora

-dobro, kad jednom budem imala kuću pored mora nemoj da bi došao

-hahaha, čuj da ne dolazim svojoj kući

[ruhaniya]

"for you, i would" is such a gentle and sweet love language like no maybe i wouldn't usually do this but i would love to do it if it would make you happy.

[agathah]

👁👁

[northseasiren-deactivated202601]

september by the sea

[soulmvtes]

i find myself feeling so much more alone in november

[thegentlemansresurgence]

An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.

- Chinese proverb

[zegalba]

Layla Al-Attar, Iraqi artist and painter, killed by a U.S. missile attack on Baghdad in 1993, as ordered by Bill Clinton.

[thirdity]

“Now I realized that not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves. In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treasure of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors.”

— Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

[fruitsaladchewits-deactivated20]

Palestinian lady collects gas bombs fired by Israeli army. She grows flowers in these bombs.

[ilovespike]

What the AP photo story neglected to show was that this garden is in memory of Bassem Abu Rahmah, killed by Israeli forces with a tear gas to the chest in 2009 in Bil’in. The garden was planted and is maintained by Bassem’s mother.

[dostoyevsky-official]

take the 2024 dostoyevsky-official challenge: every month, learn one poem by heart. it could be in any language, it could be poetry you already know, it could be poetry you're reading for the first time, it could be a sonnet, it could be a ballad: go wild (but for this, i recommend choosing canonical poetry in your chosen language, not poetry in translation, nor something new). above all, poetry, language charged with meaning to the ultimate degree, is meant to be read aloud, to be felt with the tongue. by the end of the year, you'll have a better intuitive understanding of the poet's craft, of the possibility and beauty of language, an improved reading style, and, through the memorization process, a deep knowledge of each chosen poem—and you'll have committed 12 poems to heart, sitting around for any occasion, keeping you company wherever you go

[velvetdessert-deactivated202212]

[sjowgren-deactivated20240728]

some of my favorite tiny love stories

[sjowgren-deactivated20240728]

update:

(from nyt’s modern love column)

[soulmvtes]

honestly people were so right about how when the right people come along, the way you love them will come so naturally

[gospocki]

kada bih ...

[lifeofbrybooks]

It’s kinda beautiful how humans are drawn to tragedies. That for thousands of years people have gathered to hear the stories of humanity battling fate, the stars, the gods, itself. Fighting and failing with the idea that, despite the tragedy of it all, there is always something worth fighting for. That there is something to be learned in the debris. That sometimes humanity falls and other times it rises. Though never without a fight. And maybe the tragedy is simply that one must fight to live, and fighting rarely ends without scars. So we tell the stories of our scars to make others feel less alone in their own. That humanity can share in the collective experience of suffering. To let each other know that our stories have worth no matter the outcome. They deserve to be told. There’s tragedy in everything. That doesn’t mean you stop fighting. Stop living. Stop loving. And that hope has transcended time. Which is a tragedy in itself.

[litttlestars]

i may be burnt out n depressed n insecure abt my place in ppl's lives but at least i love smiling with my teeth now and im slowly waking up earlier and learning to love driving and drinking less coffee and yesterday my friend told me her mom really loved me

[disgustinggf]

i think it's so pure and intimate when they kiss the places on ur body that ur insecure about