♡Hellooo♡

"Venture outside your comfort zone. The rewards are worth it. ~Rapunzel, "Tangled"

[aslowyear]

The birds are singing prophecies of green and growing-things.

Freya Turrill

[watchoutforintellect]

“In the spring her desire for expression invariably increased. She was haunted by the ghosts of phrases. She gave herself up to a sensual delight in the combinations of words. She sought them in the pages of her favorite authors. She made them for herself on scraps of paper, and rolled them on her tongue when there seemed no occasion for such eloquence…”

— Virginia Woolf, from Night & Day

[aslowyear]

“She wanders, like a daydream, through fields brimming with life; through meadows full of happiness; a spirit unconfined.”

— Freya Turrill

[antigonies]

“and have you ever felt for anything such wild love– do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed–”

— Mary Oliver, ‘The Sun’

[aslowyear]

“March brings breezes loud and shrill, stirs the dancing daffodil.”

— Sara Coleridge, “The Months,” Pretty Lessons In Verse, For Good Children

[microwavedrawings]

“Trust the process of becoming the person whom you want to be”

— self discovery

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter c. 1880 featured in The Selected Letters of Emily Dickinson (x)

[watchoutforintellect]

“…daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow)”

— e. e. cummings, from “#16 (in time of daffodils)” featured in 95 Poems

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…and all my soul blossomed like the spring.”

— Takis Papatsonis, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “To a Young Girl Brought Up in a Nunnery,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She was, you know. She was in love. It was more than real. She was in love with ancestral spirits, dancing witches, gentle ghosts,”

— Catharina Regina von Greiffenberg tr. by George Schoolfield, from “Spring-Joy,”

[watchoutforintellect]

“Plants do not speak, but their silence is alive with change.”

— May Sarton, from Plant Dreaming Deep

[irishchemist]

I LIKE

Get your nails did, let it blow dry.

I don’t discriminate, come and get a taste.

Go and slay, boys,

You my fave boys.

– “BOYS” by Lizzo

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Each spring will be a sword you’ll sharpen,”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Courage,”

[xvaniex]

“Every time the rain falls, think of me.”

— Persephone to Hades in spring

[aslowyear]

Bless the rains, the rains that feed the earth, the trees and the bumbling bees.

Meg Mórrígan

[btsquotes]

“Morning will come again because no darkness and no season is eternal.”

— Bangtan | Spring Day

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“My heart, like a wild spring day.”

— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: Selected Poems; “Little Owl That Lives In The Orchard,”