Dawn To Dawn

for my IF obsessions - moodboards and reblogging stuff

[primulaceas]

Trista Mateer, “I Don’t Know What Any of This Means.” The Dogs I Have Kissed

[soracities]

And when the sun has begun to sink behind the rim of the hills, I sit quietly in the evening waiting for the moon so I may have a shadow for company (…)

Bashō, from ‘The Hut of the Phantom Dwelling’ (trans. Burton Watson), The Essential Haiku: Versions of Bashō , Buson & Issa (ed. and trans. Robert Hass)

[khayaal-ke-phool]

آج پھر دردو غم کے دھاگے میں ہم پروکر ترے خیال کے پھول۔ Today once again on the thread of my sorrows, I have strung the flowers of your memory.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

aaj phir dard-o gham ke dhaage mein, hum pirokar teray khayaal ke phool

(via jardindefruits)

[dawntodawn]

Immortality did come at a price

Moodboard for my character Ophira Sonnen (Healer) from Ouroboros by @honeypeabrain  

[dawntodawn]

The trick is to keep your ears open so that you listen to her whisper

Moodboard for another character Ione from The Golden Rose by @anathemafiction

[primulaceas]

Hanif Kureishi, The Buddha of Suburbia

[godsopenwound]

Ansel Elkins, from “Autobiography of Eve”

[littlepines]

A moment that should have lasted forever and forever Long over—                   it came and went before I knew it existed. I think I know what it means, But every time I start to explain it, I forget the words.

Charles Wright, closing lines to “‘54 Chevy,” A Short History of the Shadow (via littlepines)

[dawntodawn]

What about the shadows on the walls?

Moodboard for my character Thea Noba (Diviner/Hunter-Blooded) from Shepherds of Haven by @shepherds-of-haven​

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “Starting from Paumanok”, Complete Poems

[Text ID: “I will therefore let flame from me the burning fires that were threatening to consume me,”]

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “a wind has blown the rain away and blown” (in Chimneys), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[feral-ballad]

Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls”

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things:

Amy Lowell, from “Frankincense and Myrrh,” A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass (Houghton Mifflin,1912)

[wordsnquotes]

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (via jardindefruits)

[dawntodawn]

The apple doesn't seem to fall far from the tree, does it?

Moodboard for my character Nanette Vinteren from Checkmate in Three Moves by @checkmatein3moves

[adrasteiax]

“Nothing is left in my memory of a summer that promised nothing except the omnious end of it. But I remember clearly that autumn when darkness came to lend its cover to a killing season”

— Eavan Boland, from The Blue Rose in “A Woman Without A Country: Poems”

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

entombedreverie:

“My soul has been haunted by something like those forgotten melodies that come back to us at twilight, during those slow hours in which memory, like a ghost among ruins, stalks our thoughts.”

Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet, The Letters of Gustave Flaubert: 1830-1857, trans. Francis Steegmuller (Belknap, 1980)