Things that evoke & illuminate

𖤓 pisces ☾ aquarius ↟ leo • (header image created by photographeeasia on freepik)

[inefekt69]

Ikebukuro - Tokyo, Japan

[bucishima]

Their Chieftain. The one who defined them. Going. Going. But what hurt most was the flash of crimson that kept appearing in the distance, even when he was a distant shape. It meant little until you remembered that a Goblin’s eyes were crimson. Until you thought of Garen, riding faster and faster as the wind blew across his face. But always the crimson light shone towards the Redfangs gathered there. It meant one thing that hurt most of all.

He kept looking back.

pirateaba, The Wandering Inn

[free-my-mindd]

-Anaïs Nin, 1939

[peef]

-Sam Jumex, 2023

[lunamonchtuna]

(via lunamonchtuna)

[softhe4rted]

first read on @exitmusicfrafilm’s post about 2023

[delicatesolitude]

“God, let me think clearly and brightly; let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences, let me someday see who I am.”

The Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath

[mysticaletherealliving]

Whatever I am, you did it.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

[her-wiings]

[userfrieren]

In the language of flowers, the mirrored lotus means "eternal love".

[adeles]

[2103lovexx]

As you move on, remember me. 

[firstfullmoon]

“I remember grief as a hollow, / so sharp it felt like hunger, / so large I felt exceptional.”

— Jenny Qi, from “Commonalities”

[geryone]

I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun, Erin Slaughter

[sproutlett]

what a gift it is to come back to yourself

[aridante]

“What I want from the river is what I always want: / to be held by a stronger thing that, in the end, chooses mercy.”

— Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Advantages of Being Evergreen” (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2019)

[bucishima]

Maybe our goal is to spend all the light. Since none of us asked to be born.

Victoria Chang, "Untitled #9, 1995", With my back to the world: poems

[bucishima]

Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back

into the earth;

for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.

Rainer Maria Rilke, "Fear Not the Pain", Sonnets to Orpheus, Part One, IV