Rachel | XXI

University of Toronto | English Major | Baby Witch

[ophanic]

emily dickinson / van gogh’s bedroom (1888)

[peacozy]

[kuutamosonaatti]

Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) | dir. Francis Ford Coppola

[tghphotography]

Late Summer

[simena]

Hans Ressdorf

[thorrn]

on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”

[soracities]

Garden of Death, Hugo Simberg

[simena]

FRANCIS COTES (detail)

[clavis-aurea]

“‘Dark Ages’ suggests a time of dissolution, depravation, destruction, and death. But the medieval period was not a time of darkness. Light filtered through the stained glass of the jeweled box that is the thirteenth-century church Sainte Chappelle in Paris. Brightness glittered from the sparkly illuminated manuscripts toiled over by monks, nuns, and scribes for the greater glory of God. Hildegard von Bingen imagined flames of fire as she had visions of God, whom she called the ‘Living Light’, whose “splendid Light pours forth all that shining fire”, illuminating her.”

— Susan Signe Morrison, A Medieval Woman’s Companion: Women’s Lives in the European Middle Ages

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

[orpheuslament]

Night Walk, Franz Wright

[thepoeticbook]

— Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

[learnelle]

Moments from when I moved to my new home in Paris. I have only been away to Italy/Ireland for a couple of days, but I’m already so excited to go back <3

[whosafraidofvirginiawoolf]

She herself is a haunted house.

The Lady of the House of Love from The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

your future self loves you. they will look through old photos of you with affection, not disgust, nor embarrassment. they wish they could tell you stories of your future, of how much you’ll change, of the people you’ll meet, of how you’ll eventually learn to accept yourself, then love yourself. they will read your diary entries and poems and favourite lyrics, heart aching, tears in their eyes. if only you knew...

your future self loves you. if only they could show you. they are living proof. you’ll turn out okay after all. they wish they were there to console you, dance with you, and make you write it a hundred times: “I AM LOVED”. they will listen to playlists you made, just to experience you again. they will write you a letter - of forgiveness, longing, reassurance. you will never read it. but you will know.

[tchaikovskaya]

had to be there i guess

[agoodthinghappened-deactivated2]

[flowerytale]

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude

[Text ID: Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.

Let it go.]