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[weltenwellen]

May Sarton, The House by the Sea

[beardedmrbean]

[cithaerons]

Leila Chatti, I Dreamed I Forgot 

[anditslove]

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[anditslove]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[naihve]

[artboob]

[apoherm-deactivated20231020]

“Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.”

— Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (via philosophybits)

[wishbzne-deactivated20210526]

mary oliver, ‘from this river, when i was a child, i used to drink’

[ID: “‘What, precisely, will you grieve for?’ For the river. For myself, my lost joyfulness. For the children who will not know what a river can be—a friend, a companion, a hint of heaven.” end ID]

[the-final-sentence]

“All that you saw and heard and could not find the center of, those days growing into years, growing inside of you, out of reach, now with you forever, in your house, in your garden, in corridors of dream where I finally tell you my name.”

— Cynthia Huntington, from “Ghost”

[stephaniedolen]

the olympic peninsula

[hannahkemp-deactivated20240409]

Mount Saint Helens, Washington October 2018

Prints//Instagram

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, “Variation on the Word Sleep”, Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986

[artboob]

subtitles based on this quote that makes my heart feel so warm.

(big sur, california » june 2017) 

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Memories slide away like mud, sidle From the places we try to keep. You feel Alluvial, silting toward a field You have yet to reach.”

— Greg Sellers, from Jubilee Sonnet “XII,” Flint Hills Review (no. 22, 2017)

[appleofstars]

Eyes closed falling through the dark, reaching for your touch, forever looking for home. Racing against the return of the light.

[195195119511951-deactivated2021]

“It was like being alive twice.”

Linda Gregg