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Switzerland, Alps Mountains🏔️ - Author: Beginning_Buy_1332
Jean Cocteau, in a letter to Jean Marais, September 9, 1939
[I am the happiest man in the world. Is there such a thing as happy people? As for us, not even the apocalypse can separate us. It is a great mystery. The day after that terrible date, I felt an astounding calm; it was the tremendous certainty of your heart and mine traveling and intertwining like waves. These were the waves of our love mingling and singing in the silence. Glory is nothing compared to love. Our glory is lov[ing] one another. “I am happy to love you”... This little phrase of yours is worth risking it all. Because of it, I can accept this tragedy and this darkness we are going through. I pity those who remain indifferent for they do not love with all their might.]
Overgrown.
Series “Feldberger Seenlandschaft”
Ars Poetica II
by Charles Wright
I find, after all these years, I am a believer — I believe what the thunder and lightning have to say; I believe that dreams are real, and that death has two reprisals; I believe that dead leaves and black water fill my heart.
I shall die like a cloud, beautiful, white, full of nothingness.
The night sky is an ideogram, a code card punched with holes. It thinks it’s the word of what’s-to-come. It thinks this, but it’s only The Library of Last Resort, The reflected light of The Great Misunderstanding.
God is the fire my feet are held to.
Women's Flax and Others - Paula von Goeschen-Rösler , 1917.
German , 1875-1941
Tempera and pencil on paper , 39.4 x 29.4 cm. 15.5 x 11.5 in.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June [originally published 1986]
casting a spell. love will always find you! no matter how much you hide
by Zhou Hong
some people have therapy all i have is jack kerouac’s june 10 1949 letter to allen ginsberg
abt to smoke some deer meat pack it in my saddlebag and go away over the bluff for real
Dolgiye Mountains, Russia by Arseny Kashkarov
Only day you can rb this
One day you’ll have whatever it is you’re now so confusedly seeking. That kind of calm that comes from knowing oneself and others. But you can’t rush the arrival of that state of mind. There are things you only learn when no one teaches them. And that’s how it is with life. There’s even more beauty in discovering it for yourself, in spite of the suffering.
Clarice Lispector, from “Gertrudes asks for advice” in The Complete Stories
wishing you a safe return back to yourself
James Baldwin.
Yes
by William Stafford
It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could, you know. That’s why we wake and look out -- no guarantees in this life.
But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening.