{spidersilk § moonlight}

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[litaratura]

E.E Scott, Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear

[pearl-nautilus]

[metamorphesque]

   — The Door, Margaret Atwood

[text ID: Anyway my dearest one, / We still have the moon.]

[retro-past]

[feral-ballad]

Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “Angie”

[anxiously]

[weltenwellen]

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa, Selected Poems

[europeansculpture]

Mark Antokolski (1843-1902) - Sirène, 1900

[firstfullmoon]

I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

— Mary Oliver, from “Starlings in Winter”

[fravery]

Japanese Maple Tree in Winter 

[wanderer-chronicles]

"There is nothing that can take the pain away. But eventually, you will find a way to live with it. There will be nightmares. And every day when you wake up, it will be the first thing you think about. Until one day it will be the second thing."

-The Blacklist

[antoniettabrandeisova]

Portrait of Catherine Grey, Lady Manners

1794

Thomas Lawrence

(British, 1769-1830)

England, 18th century

Oil on canvas

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“She carries a love in her as a rose has its scent.”

— Linda Gregg, from “How Can You Know Her,” American Beauties: Women in Art and Literature, ed. Charles Sullivan (Harry N. Abrams, Inc., 1993)

[png-heaven]

Vintage and antique love tokens 

[dearestvita-deactivated20221122]

Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson

[simena]

Carl Gustav Carus - Stone Age Mound (detail)

[weltenwellen]

“I watch as your absence accumulates over my head like a heavy sky.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Catherine Cobham, from “Most and least”, A River Dies of Thirst