So things go.

Se son rose fioriranno

[violettes4roses]

[akindplace]

oh wow you’re not gonna believe this but turns out i was unnecessarily anxious for no reason. how unexpected

[selfcarereminder]

the version of you from five years ago would be genuinely amazed by what you’ve handled since then. sit with that for a second

[fairycosmos]

sooo annoying that my parents didn't provide emotional support growing up now it's a whole fucking thing

[irenes-tender-world]

art nouveau pearl grape pendant necklace, 19th century

[warmfigure]

still can’t stop staring at this arrangement i made

apricot beauty foxglove, scabiosa and orlaya

[perriaeyjeve]

[theroyalgardens]

Riverside Cottage, Cotswolds, England

[womanguy]

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

[bellucci-bella]

Monica Bellucci by Manuela Pavesi for Marie Claire [Germany], December 1993

[free-my-mindd]

[sad-face]

[kafkaswasteddayz]

not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again

[pmamtraveller]

Savannah Verville

[exhaled-spirals]

« Tenderness is the art of personifying, of sharing feelings, and thus endlessly discovering similarities. Creating stories means constantly bringing things to life, giving an existence to all the tiny pieces of the world that are represented by human experiences […]. Tenderness personalizes everything to which it relates, making it possible to give it a voice, to give it the space and the time to come into existence, and to be expressed. It is thanks to tenderness that the teapot starts to talk.

Tenderness is the most modest form of love. […] It appears wherever we take a close and careful look at another being, at something that is not our “self”. Tenderness is spontaneous and disinterested; it goes far beyond empathetic fellow feeling. Instead it is the conscious, though perhaps slightly melancholy, common sharing of fate. Tenderness is deep emotional concern about another being, its fragility, its unique nature, and its lack of immunity to suffering and the effects of time. Tenderness perceives the bonds that connect us, the similarities and sameness between us. It is a way of looking that shows the world as being alive, living, interconnected, cooperating with, and codependent on itself.

Literature is built on tenderness […]. »

— Olga Tokarczuk in her Nobel speech, December 2019

[flowerytale]

Salvatore Postiglione (1861–1906), Dante and Beatrice (detail)

[roses--and--rue]

antique love token with lock of human hair