-Vincent Van Gogh.

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-Vincent Van Gogh.
Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf
art as a confession James Baldwin (The Precarious Vogue of Ingmar Bergman), Albert Camus (Notebooks, 1935-1942)
Anthem, Leonard Cohen
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doesn’t mean my heart stops skipping when you look at me like that
please don’t say you love me - gabrielle aplin
I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.
“Constellations are the universe’s way of expressing art millions of miles away.”
— cherrybomb-lover (via wnq-writers)
Wolf Moon with Mars peeking out
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💌 poems for the month of love 💌
Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara
The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel
Wait For Me by Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)
A Kiss on the Forehead by Marina Tsvetaeva
Love by Joseph Brodsky
Your Unripe Love by Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")
Love poem by Tishani Doshi
Maybe Under Some Other Sky by Willie Perdomo
Warming Her Pearls by Carol Ann Duffy
Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke
Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva
I Loved You by Alexander Pushkin
Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)
Our Story by William Stafford
The Kiss by Sara Teasdale
from Valentine's Day Love Sonnets to C. S. Lewis by Joy Davidman
You are the light of the world by Husik Ara
If you're leaving… by Paruyr Sevak
You by Paruyr Sevak
One of Those Kisses by Viggo Mortensen
Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
and Love said... by Husik Ara
Love by Paruyr Sevak
Impossible by Mher Arshakyan
I shall come to you by Vahan Teryan
Tenderer than tender by Osip Mandelstam
On Loving by Forough Farrokhzad
Time of love by Claribel Alegria
Love by Bob Hico
I want the softest love to find me & hold me extremely tight
“And love is when someone who even knows your scars, stays to kiss them.”
— Benjamin Griss (via purplebuddhaquotes)
me: wants to be hugged and held, is totally touch starved and needs to be cuddled
also me: allows only a very limited number of people to touch me at all, let alone in a slightly intimate way. barely ever allows myself to show emotional weakness around people. gets anxious when someone hugs me for too long.
❄️ Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. 🎄
Snow was swirling against the icy windows once more; Christmas was approaching fast. Hagrid had already single-handedly delivered the usual twelve Christmas trees for the Great Hall; garlands of holly and tinsel had been twisted around the banisters of the stairs; everlasting candles glowed from inside the helmets of suits of armour and great bunches of mistletoe had been hung at intervals along the corridors.
HOGWARTS + winter & christmas aesthetic 🎄❄️☃️🎁
Harry arrived early in the Room of Requirement for the last D.A. meeting before the holidays and was very glad he had, because when the lamps burst into light he saw that Dobby had taken it upon himself to decorate the place for Christmas. He could tell the elf had done it, because nobody else would have strung a hundred golden baubles from the ceiling, each showing a picture of Harry’s face and bearing the legend HAVE A VERY HARRY CHRISTMAS!
So I just learnt there’s this actual thing called the Super Pink Moon, thanks to dust particles in the atmosphere.