kas

They/them, beginner baker & gardener :)

[metamorphesque]

fyodor dostoevsky (the brothers karamazov), charles bukowski (a vote for the gentle light)

[ojibwa]

tired of feeling everything i am going to take out my brain and rinse it in cold creek water

[uroko]

霧桜

[uroko]

あじさい

[lunamonchtuna]

— Nizar Qabbani, from “I am accused”; Arabian Love Poems (tr. by Bassam Frangieh & Clementina Brown)

[feral-ballad]

Forgive me if I loved you so violently and so madly, for violence is my weapon to write and my weapon when I love. And madness is the last gold ring I place on your fingers.

Nizar Qabbani, tr. by Nayef al-Kalali, from Republic of Love: Selected Poems; “Love of 1994”

[metamorphesque]

unfolding into another spring

mahmood darwish, sylvia plath, v.e. schwab, ana mendieta

buy me a coffee

[libraryoflanie]

“If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.”

William Shakespeare

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

"- ....For which of my good parts did thou first suffer love for me? - "Suffer" love, a good epithet. I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will." - Much Ado About Nothing

[dailyshakespeare-blog]

“I am not what I am.”

— Iago (Othello, Act I scene i)

[firstfullmoon]

“Chérie, j’ai toujours du vent dans le cœur.  C’est doux de t’écrire.”

[Darling, I always have wind in my heart. It’s sweet to write to you.]

“J’ai besoin de vos lettres comme de pain. Ne me laissez pas dans le silence. Écrivez, écrivez… de temps en temps ça arrive et ça fait le printemps dans mon cœur.”

[I need your letters like I do bread. Don’t leave me in silence. Write, write… once in a while it comes and it makes spring in my heart.]

“Et mon dos me fait mal quand je marche. Et le froid me fait mal quand je sors. Et le cœur me fait mal lorsque je pense à vous… J’ai si froid, tu vois… J’ai besoin de toi comme de l’été.”

[And my back hurts when I walk. And the cold hurts when I go outside. And my heart hurts when I think of you… I’m so cold, you see… I need you like summer.]

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, dans des lettres à Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry

[persephonediary]

“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.”

― charles baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

[melauhh]

“Mami, te quiero”/“Mom, I love you”

📍 San Juan, Puerto Rico

🎞️ Canon AE-1, Portra 400

© Mela

[peculiarcelia-deactivated202402]

‘The dead of winter of my life, and it still haunts me.’

art instagram

[jakobmandel]

[infinite-projects-deactivated20]

Melancholy and Straps

Shot on Pentax KX

Portra 400

[fezzian]

ethel cain live at richmond music hall, 07/27/22