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Emily Dickinson

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne - August 1820

if you ever get the chance to live poetry instead of reading it, take it. i promise it’s worth it. shout the verses at the quiet night, laugh hysterically reciting a sonnet, fall to your knees in the middle of a soliloquy. don’t leave the words on their pages, make them burn your throat and shatter the universe.

betterlookoutbelow

Mary Shelley, from a letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley (1814) / Joanna Newsom - “Only Skin” (2006)

lecataste

girlofdogs

all i do is sit and think about imaginary but extremely detailed romantic scenarios

weirdlooksgoodonyou

so no one is going to talk about the time dostoyevsky said “and i seem to have such strength in me now, that i think i could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, ‘i exist.’ in thousands of agonies- i exist. i’m tormented on the rack- but i exist! though i sit alone in a pillar- i exist! i see the sun, and if i don’t see the sun, i know it’s there. and there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.” because hOly fuckkkk

deadpoetsstuff

how long do I have to wait till one of y'all finally decide to take me out on a museum date :(

croathia

Vienna

thefallenauthor-deactivated2023

there is no more beautiful thing than reading a book and finding a great affinity between you and a character in it. every line will no longer seem the same to you and, word for word, you live every single moment of that story. you won't see things the same way again. you can close the book, take a break, but it will be difficult to completely detach yourself from it, because you will want to know how your life will go on in that world that now belongs to you.

ordenna-deactivated20181024

tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.

plumburiu

What is the meaning of life? Is it something we choose or something that is given to us by a a greater force? How can we know if we are on the right path? What is the right path? What if there are more paths waiting to be discovered?

Who are we? What is our essence?

boxofeternalbeauty

I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot.. and I still don’t know the answer