there is magic in our bones

[cozyautumnspices]

[pemberlaey]

“hey what’s the vibe for the fall?” great question!!

it’s actually this image for the 18th year in a row

[nostalgicfuturity]

“I hope you live without the need to dominate, and without the need to be dominated. I hope you are never victims, but I hope you have no power over other people. And when you fail, and are defeated, and in pain, and in the dark, then I hope you will remember that darkness is your country, where you live, where no wars are fought and no wars are won, but where the future is. Our roots are in the dark; the earth is our country. Why did we look up for blessing — instead of around, and down? What hope we have lies there. Not in the sky full of orbiting spy-eyes and weaponry, but in the earth we have looked down upon. Not from above, but from below. Not in the light that blinds, but in the dark that nourishes, where human beings grow human souls.”

—

Ursula K. Le Guin, “A Left-Handed Commencement Address” (Mills College, 1983)

this passage planted itself in my consciousness when i was 24, and 10 years later, it informs so much of my approach to living, thinking, creating.

[duckdotcom]

patch of sunlight from the window save me

[flowerytale]

"I wish you joy" Jane Austen, from a letter to her brother Frank (26 July 1809)

[philosophybits]

“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”

— Cicero, Ad Familiares

[remanence-of-love]

[lostfunzones]

Woman Reading in Bed by Bertha Wegmann (1847-1926).

[11summits]

"Intimacy is knowing about the almond milk"

[psychotic-gerard]

Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.

[learnelle]

Bookish places in France 🇫🇷

[thebookquotes]

“Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am, and what I need, is something I have to find out myself.”

— Chinua Achebe

[flowerytale]

Sharon Olds, from "Little Things"; Strike Sparks: Selected Poems, 1980-2002

[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)

[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[stuckinapril]

the earth created a season where the leaves turn gold and brown and the air has a chilly bite to it and the sunlight is tinged with childhood nostalgia and everyone wears trench coats and cute sweaters and warm spicy perfumes and bundles up in blankets watching scary movies and reads books at coffee shops with hot drinks by their side so that girls like me can regain their will to live every year

[learnelle]

I just love these pictures of Sylvia Plath. ❤️