oh captain, my captain.

"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately." amal.

[booksquoteslife]

[qvotable]

“It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever.”

— Rosamunde Pilcher // The Shell Seeker

[theoptia]

Sophokles, from Elektra; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia

Text ID: ELEKTRA: Do not turn your face from me. / Don’t take yourself away.

[89words]

“I want us to become a language for euphoria, an alphabet of limbs”

— Adonis, “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea” 

[megairea]

Vicente Aleixandre, from Sound of the War; A Longing for the Light: Selected Poems, 1979

[weltenwellen]

[motif-of-chaos]

We should start celebrating beginners more. Without beginners there wouldn't be experts.

[enamouredpoet-deactivated202205]

“i intended to heal you, but an enraged, salty sea possessed me and dashed against the wounds on your already tender hands. do not blame me! blame the entity!”

- dhriti

[hhjs]

famine 1943, zainul abedin.

based on the bengal famine 1943, which had allegedly taken the lives of 4 million people.

[saphore]

cancer stellium — no place to hide (@newtr0)

[strawbnation]

𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔩𝔶…

(x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (Archive mb for @kaffilatte)

[jinsouling]

YOU BLOW BUTTERFLIES INTO MY STOMACH!

☉ cancer sun - caring, adaptable, responsive ☉

[airsignvenus-remade]

cancer sun

empathetic, clairvoyant, sensitive, moody, imaginative

[theocseason4]

The 50 Best Contemporary Novels Under 200 Pages

About a month ago, we published a list of 50 of the best contemporary novels over 500 pages, for those of you who suddenly have a lot of ext

this list is soooo good and I’ve only read like 4 of the books they suggest... this is my new reading list

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Last night I was with you all night in my dreams. I woke with the taste of your all-night presence on my lips and eyelids.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Eleni Samiou written c. October 1924

[bluebeardsbride-archive]

   “I have a theory,” she said. I nodded at her to continue and she said, “There’s this fireplace downstairs. I think I went down there for some reason. To hide, maybe. I thought it was all my fault my mother died. And I hit my head on the marble. My brain bled. I died.”     She watched me.     “Right,” I said. “I don’t think that’s possible.”    “Why don’t you think it’s possible?” she asked. “Because everyone can see me?”    “It’s not that. It’s just that it seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge. Who did you come back for?”

— Helen Oyeyemi, excerpt of White is for Witching

[wedge-of-poetry]

Time flies - oh yes; that summer should be here again; and I still have the faculty of wonder at it. The world swinging round again and bringing its green and blue close to one's eyes.

Virginia Woolf, diary entry from Sunday, March 18th 1928