roseus

portlyn | they / she | lesbian poet | libra, venus and mercury dominant

[baroqueyouth]

you’re a gay nerd and i love you

this is my first tumblr post in months and i love u too

[nemfrog]

Star magnitudes. An introduction to astronomy. 1868.  Internet Archive

[achelion-archived20191309]

“And the fragrance, and the honey, and of course the sun, the purely pure sun, shining, all the while, over all of us.”

— Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems, Vol. Two (via luthienne)

[sweetgigposters]

[killerbeesting]

Serge N. Kozintsev, Morning Tea

[holly-warbs]

A monotype for the evening.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I hate the world: it batters too much the wings of my self-will, and would I could take a sweet poison from your lips to send me out of it. From no others would I take it.”

— John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne written c. July 1819

[fawnvelveteen]

Hilma af Klint, The Dove, No. 11, Group IX/UW, No. 35, 1915, oïl on canvas, 155 x 129 cm

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

[pansylair]

[thisblogisinactivesorrey]

You know what matters?? What like, truly matters? Bones and moths and fungi. Nothing else. Fuck calculus

[aroundthefurgf]

[nicollekidman]

“We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.”

— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

[catchymemes]

[moth-flufff-deactivated20210126]

Delicate lil man

[vi-ve]

Yma Sumac, a descendant of Atahualpa, the last Incan emperor, 1950s

[thecolorblockcurator]

Dan-ah Kim

[macrolit]

[macrolit]

Happy birthday, e.e. cummings (born on this day in 1894)