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[fairydrowning]

Believe me or not but romanticizing is the only way to live a better life.

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

A beautiful purple colored rice field in Yuanyang, Yunnan Province, China | Enrico Barletta

[thethingivecometosay]

one of my favorite secondhand book hauls

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

[learnelle]

Pretty bookshops in France, vol. 2

[oddorch]

[catasters]

[newvision]

I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

[burymeinpink-remade-deactivated]

when u are lonely and its summer: *realizes truth about self* *realizes truth about self* *re

[schwierigephase]

“Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.”

— William C. Hannan (via perfectquote)

[cyberbullyinc]

https://www.instagram.com/p/B_ykhlgHgEW/

[thecollectibles]

Art by Angela Hao

[sensualites]

@/yoitsholly

[cottageaesthetic]

[muhtesemz]

في القطار تبادلنا المقاعد ، كنتِ تريدين النافذة وكنتُ أريد أن أطل عليكِ

On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.

- Mahmoud Darwish

[d-nte]

sounds so much better in arabic 😭

[saintjoan]

Poetry recs? Like your absolute absolute favourites

Okay these are the ones that made me die a little

“all people are driven to the point of eating their gods” 

“if I love you / is that a fact or a weapon?”

“the kingdom of god is within you because you ate it”

“the blood in your mouth – I wish it was mine”

“his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars”

“I am singing now while rome burns”

“that corpse you planted last year in your garden,  has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?”

“so the gods sank to human shape with longing”

“those imperial, disimpassion’d eyes”

“this beautiful speed will be the end of us.  those are stars in our teeth.”

“if love wants you, if you’ve been melted into stars”

“out of the ash I rise with my red hair / and I eat men like air”

“your body hurts me as the world hurts god”

“lessons on loving a prophet”

“and I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void”

“tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine”

“to love a prophet is to become their desert”

“the void rushing up to greet us in the absence of god”

[macrolit]

“If you don’t know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something.”

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Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) American poet, biographer