beatriz

she/her • intj 

[ancientsstudies]

[fine-arts-gallery]

Magdalene Grieving (1605) by Caravaggio.

[moodcafe]

archive moodboard: order for @opheliadae | want one?

[happyheidi]

rainy days in the city

(via)

[primulaceas]

Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Prodigal Son." The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

[flowerytale]

Clarice Lispector, from “A Breath of Life”, published posthumously in Brazil in the late 1970s

[yelllowgirl]

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

-Henry David Thoreau

[0thello]

Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels— misery by stephen king.

[0thello]

Virgil Reading From Aeneid (painting), 1864.

by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres.

[primulaceas]

Trista Mateer, “For the One Who Loved My Hands More than Anything Else.” The Dogs I Have Kissed

[flowerytale]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[h111p0wer]

[caughtinorbit]

[poetic--elixir]

[saintacephale]

when emily brontë said on her diary entries “I have a good many books on hands but I am sorry to say that, as usual, I make small progress with any” i felt that

[ghostlyabernathy]

constantly torn between wanting to live in the city and go to museums and libraries etc. and wanting to run away to the countryside and shut myself in a big old house surrounded by nature

[primulaceas]

Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home (translated by Megan McDowell)

[primulaceas]

Natalie Diaz, “Snake-Light.” Postcolonial Love Poem