ᴘᴜʀᴇ, ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ, ᴇᴠɪʟ;

with a slip of the moon in her hair. +tinna #eorwyn

[flowerytale]

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (The Hague, on or about Sunday, 7 May 1882)

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings

[holly-warbs]

somewhere, there's a party

[feral-ballad]

Marianne Moore, from The Handbook of Heartbreak: 101 Poems of Lost Love and Sorrow; "Roses only"

[Text ID: “your thorns are the best part of you.”]

[julykings]

an apple tree + a blackberry bush

[feral-ballad]

Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel

[Text ID: “I wanted to be chosen, maybe loved. I wanted out of my life, out of my skin,”]

[gnossienne]

Louise Glück, from The Triumph of Achilles

[sunflorally]

i hope you meet people with intentions as pure as your own and i hope you travel to all the places you’re curious about and i hope the restaurants you go to have your favorite drink and i hope you always have good dreams when you sleep and i hope the life you live is a fulfilling one

[ladychlo]

- The grandfather who lost his beloved granddaughter Reem, the soul of his soul, to the Israeli airstrikes.

[gnossienne]

Frieda Fromm-Reichmann (1990)

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i like irish poetry. i like knowing a man called tadhg ó ruaic, fl. 1684, lost a game of cards to a girl called blánaid on purpose because he wanted her to top him

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you penetrate my weak defence / teasing me with anxious love / i know the score; my turn to play / against your side i make my move ... blánaid, my dear, my favourite one / gentle, fragrant, guileless love / it’s time for you to trump my man / and ‘take’ me with a daring move ... come sit beside me, woman of the wavy hair / embrace me, bright branch of the cool grey eyes / resolve my torment, generous-gentle woman / and ‘take’ me quickly to your merciful bed

extract translated from the classical gaelic by derek mahon

[sunbloomdew]

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

[kosmogrl]

[bigartattack]

Untitled - Charles Martin

[am1na]

A woman using her husband's shadow to protect and shelter herself from the sun in Masijd al- Harām.

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[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; State of Siege (2002), transl. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

[Text ID: The soldiers measure the distance between being / and nonbeing / with a tank's scope ... ~ We measure the distance between our bodies / and mortar shells ... with the sixth sense ~ You standing at the doorsteps, enter / and drink Arabic coffee with us / (you might sense you're human like us) / you standing at the doorsteps of houses, / get out of our mornings, / we need reassurance that we / are human like you!]

[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from A State of Siege (2002) (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)