*dreamer in the garden*

poems and photographs describe me better than I ever can...

[velartis]

Franz Kafka, 1912

[shisogelee]

tills bookshop in edinburgh

[forest-woman]

Sculptured Web by anncarringtonart

[huariqueje]

Flowering garden with a reading woman - Johan Ericson, 1921.

Swedish , 1849-1925

Oil on canvas, 75 x 92 cm.

[delfindakila]

YSA GERNALE Tatlong Maria, akriliko sa kambas, 2018 #artPH

[senaykenfe]

[gardant]

The vinta is a watercraft from the southern Philippines, usually associated with the regions around Zamboanga and Sulu. The colorful sail patterns traditionally varied between family and tribe (comparable to heraldry designs in European history).

[thirdity]

“Writing, like dancing, is one of the arts available to people who have nothing. “For ten and sixpence,” advises Virginia Woolf, “one can buy paper enough to write all the plays of Shakespeare.” The only absolutely necessary equipment in dance is your own body.”

— Zadie Smith, “Dance Lessons for Writers”

[listentothestories]

Taryn Knight

[sealdeer]

featuring the palestinian sunbird.

[superkursunaskr]

[thecolorblockcurator]

Landscape and Fique Vault, Rafael Zabaleta

[videoclubs]

THE SECRET WORLD OF ARRIETTY ‘借りぐらしのアリエッティ’ dir. Hiromasa Yonebayashi

[follettina1111111111]

Small talk kills me. Teach me something. Tell me about your life experiences and the lessons you've learned. Discuss psychology and your spiritual journey. Give me depth and authenticity.

[dk-thrive]

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?…

— Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Ethel Smyth, December 1932 in The Letters of Virginia Woolf (Hogarth Press, March 23, 2010)

[mentalquotes]

“Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life. Tip toe if you must, but take the step.”

— Naeem Callaway

[dk-thrive]

I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged, damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room.

— May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude​ (W.W. Norton & Company, October 17, 1992) (via Make Believe Boutique)

[petalsinfall]