fairytale vibes ✨

side blog where i exclusively reblog posts on love and talk about john keats

[matrose]

imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

[chandaniyan]

these gentle earth contributions are giving me life,,, quite literally.

[porkue-deactivated20230306]

José Olivarez - "Let's get married"

[oldwomanbay]

there is no version in which you and i don’t meet, e.t.

[olreid]

Ok if you had to pick a favorite literary device... what is it

oh baby it has GOT to be foreshadowing my friend foreshadowing.. i love a literary device that is not bound by the straightforward temporal logic that places cause before effect ; an event whose shockwaves ripple through a work with such force that they become unmoored from time and move backwards towards the story’s beginning ; a shadow that precedes and therefore announces that from which it takes its form. <3

[lifeinpoetry]

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal

[weltenwellen]

David Mitchell, Slade House

[chicagoeggwhisperer]

"A ship can never truly love an anchor." dude shut up. a ship without an anchor gets dashed against the rocks. it's useless, completely at the whim of the currents. a ship loves an anchor so much it carries it everywhere it goes. the anchor gives the ship the world to love. dude.

[chicagoeggwhisperer]

DUDE DON'T YOU DO THIS TO ME

[exitwound]

And a world with fewer languages isn’t only a world with more limited means of communication. It’s also a world with fewer stories and folk tales, fewer hagiographies, fewer poems, myths, and recipes, fewer remedies, fewer memories.

Fennelly, Beth Ann. “Fruits We’ll Never Taste, Languages We’ll Never Hear: The Need for Needless Complexity”

[thoodleoo]

ever wanted to know what your epithet would be if you were a character in greek mythology? now you can! you could be the next wine-dark sea, or maybe you’ll be unlucky and end up as the phallic gecko, because everything is possible in greek mythology

[inkskinned]

she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”

[magneatio]

sometimes i’m sick with it like….. the, i wish i knew you as a kid i wish we could have run in the field together and sat in the dirt and i wish i could’ve heard you sing at the top of your lungs and maybe we would’ve ridden bikes together…. it’s the, i love you so much it’s spilling over so i’m loving you in the past present and future ohhh i wish i knew you when we were kids

[marscia]

Joan Didion writes, in On Keeping a Notebook, that the purpose of keeping a notebook, or a journal for that matter, isn’t because you simply want keep a personal record of things; but because you want to remember the person you were at that specific moment. we write things down on our notebook/journal/diary (whichever one of those you keep) because we want to remember. we want to remember what specific people meant to us on a particular day or hour. or minute. we want to remember our first impression of something (or of doing that something), possibly of someone, too. sometimes we think we’ll “always remember” important events: “I’ll make a mental note of that” etc etc. but in reality everything is fleeting. so Didion says write it down. keep a journal. that way, people, places, and certain events will always be there in case you ever want to come back to them sometime in the future. but also so that they don’t ever haunt you.

[opalthistle]

“Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.”

— John Keats

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from ‘being to timelessness as it’s to time’ (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun more last than star.”]

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Chen Chen