sofia @apnaana - Tumblr Blog

“Sometimes as I am falling asleep in a dark, quiet room I have for a moment a great and treasurable illusion of the past. The wall of a tent leans up over my face, not visible but audible, a slanting plane of faint sound: the susurrus of blown snow. Nothing can be seen. The light-emission of the Chabe stove is cut off, and it exists only as a sphere of heat, a heart of warmth. The faint dampness and confining cling of my sleeping-bag; the sound of the snow; barely audible, Estraven’s breathing as he sleeps; darkness. Nothing else. We are inside, the two of us, in shelter, at rest, at the center of all things. Outside, as always, lies the great darkness, the cold, death’s solitude. In such fortunate moments as I fall asleep I know beyond doubt what the real center of my own life is, that time which is past and lost and yet is permanent, the enduring moment, the heart of warmth. I am not trying to say that I was happy, during those weeks of hauling a sledge across an ice-sheet in the dead of winter. I was hungry, overstrained, and often anxious, and it all got worse the longer it went on. I certainly wasn’t happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can’t earn, and can’t keep, and often don’t even recognize at the time; I mean joy.”

— The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin, Chapter 18

msvhs-deactivated20251231

Mary Oliver

thehappysmiler

I think for the most part this website is genuine with appreciation of poetry and arts in general. you open twitter or tiktok and theyre always like On my kafka sylvia plath shit and it really seems like they never even read them cause there are no discussions of their work is just this mystified image

patrickspens-deactivated2023122

(from "standing on the shoulders of complex female characters" by rayne fisher-quann)

ashstfu

i wish there were more than 24 hours in a day and beverages were $1 and growing up didn’t hurt so much

slfcare

The positives of ‘putting yourself out there’ are worth it. Having a great conversation with a stranger will be worth the awkwardness of starting that exact conversation. Joining a small community of people you will see regularly is worth having to get through a scary first day. Getting your dream job is worth the scariness of chasing it. Don’t pick and choose experiences based on the level of ease now, but choose them based on how you want to come out of them.

a-quiet-green-agreement

They stopped laughing and began to smile at each other. From across the room, across the mattress, across the table. Their language diminished to code at times, and at others ballooned to monologues delivered while cradled in the other's arms. They never looked at the sky or got up early to see a sunrise. They played no music and hadn't the foggiest notion that spring was on its way. Vaguely aware of such things when they were apart, together they could not concentrate on the given world. They reinvented it, remembered it through the other. He looked at her face in the mirror and was reminded of days at sea when water looked like sky. She surveyed his body and thought of oranges, playing jacks, and casks of green wine. He was still life, babies, cut glass, indigo, hand spears, dew, cadmium yellow, Hansa red, moss green and the recollection of a tree that wanted to dance with her.

– Toni Morrison, Tar Baby

lachantefleurie

“Every little word that come to you strange and unexpected, no matter how little ad how simple it look, is message. Don’t look at it like nothing, nuh. Everything is one thing. What story the sea know? Look at it, eh! And the mountain, what story it hiding? Walk back. Just look at life how it going! What the mortelle! When rain coming, mortelle bathe cocoa face with tears…Watch mortelle how it crying long-eye water on cocoa leaf. Blood in the north, you know, blood in the south and the blue crying. It crying, you know. You hearing it? Red in between. But mortelle know the story from the root.”

– Merle Collins, The Colour of Forgetting

llleighsmith

good morning wednesday moodboard

podencos

life is like. keeping your heart soft, staying curious, having fun, being strong

firstfullmoon

twin peaks “there is a sadness in this world” / richard jackson “sometimes I don’t know how to live in the world. why is there always this scent of sorrow?” / hayden carruth “I had always been aware that the universe is sad; everything in it, animate or inanimate, the wild creatures, the stones, the stars, was enveloped in the great sadness, pervaded by it” / padraig o tuama “not all sadness comes from you, but sometimes you are just wearing the world’s sadness for a while and trying to figure out what to do with that” / ada limón “there is a solitude in this world I cannot pierce” / rainer maria rilke “don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness and give it back to the earth’s own weight; the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy”