Nirvi

writer | thinker | multilingual | interests: art, history, literature & philosophy

[augusttt115]

Couldn't find the original post but here's the image, hope today goes well :]🍀

[castleintheairr]

project hail mary (2026): an absolute pleasure to the eyes, especially in the theatres. the visuals were phenomenal. however the overall script felt meh. the dialogues felt like they’re trying too hard. comedy felt forced. i see that the relation between Rocky and Grace touched a lot of hearts towards the end but that didn’t do it for me. though it did make me miss my cat who was home alone.

[castleintheairr]

Sicilian dream | Palermo, Italy

[troquets]

Le Disque Bleu, Paris, 1979.

[bliny]

interiors in Genova, Italy, February 2018 instagram.com/ariannaferretti

[yms1]

Tumblr still feels like my safe place after so many years

[cynthia-viv-deactivated20240204]

"Or, like the poets, are you stimulated by despair, does grief move you to reveal your nature."

–Louise Glück, "Vespers" from Wilde Irıs

[somerabbitholes]

hoping this coffee fixes my headache and my writing block

[aahmedeid]

[castleintheairr]

📍Victor Hugo's house, Paris

Archives: August '22

[heartofthra]

Claude Monet - Chrysanthemums, 1882

[ecolephoto]

Basilique Notre-Dame de Fourviere

[castleintheairr]

you walked in

with your hands wrapped

around my favourite flowers,

blood ran errands underneath my skin,

my cheeks flushed with

the colour of dawn.

I no longer know-

If it were solely the tulips

or the sight of

you who yearns

for my abdomen to turn

into patterns of glee

as you hand those tulips to me.

-nirvi

[fourthepigram]

He of living entity; pushed me to the ground, my lip covered blood—from the mouth of my wound.

[cowboyemojis]

archive moodboard for @vivalcli

[castleintheairr]

the wise said

good ones die young

I wonder if my existence lay

any good foundation

on this versatile creation

my existence today

inspires me

to climb the peaks of a kingdom

bloomed with morals and wisdom

nevertheless I fear

if my will to grow wise

is conquered by my sorrows and cries-

that are longing to bury me

away from the universal lies

-nirvi

[therepublicofletters]

11.6.19 || Musei Capitolini, Roma