emily

cancer sun, aries moon, scorpio rising

[nobrashfestivity]

Felix Vallotton

The Wind, landscape painting, 1910

Le champ fleuri (The blooming field), 1912

[kosmogrl]

[avtavr]

Chelsea Bonestell, End of the World, oil on panel, 16 ¼ x 28 ¼. Courtesy the artist / Alfred L. Weisbrich

[icyauras]

Details, Oscar-Claude Monet

[waterfahllss-deactivated2022072]

by dl.neagoe

[paolo-streito-1264]

Winter in New York City, by Art Whittaker 1947.

[deviika]

—Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, tr. by Judith Thurman, from "She Satisfies A Fear with the Rhetoric Tears,"

[thegirlthatcriesacademia]

They lived and laughed and loved and left.

Joanne Harris // Cecelia Ahern // Illustration by Cecile Richard // Rupi Kaur // Margarita Karapanou // Miranda July // Taylor Swift // T. R. Hummer // Richard Siken // James Joyce

[aonoco]

[winterhill-aria]

Dolce Gabbana Pomegranate Stickpin Brooch in yellow, white and pink gold with rhodolite garnets, rubies and diamonds

[swarm]

Shinji Tsuchimochi - 100 Views of Tokyo

[xphaiea-deactivated20160412]

Italian Venetian Grotto (19th cent.) silver gilt settee with triple seashell seat and dolphin & seahorse motif (att: Pauly et Cie, Venice)

[saintsebastiensbf]

Olena Kalytiak Davis, Shattered Sonnets, Love Cards, and Other Off and Back Handed Importunities

Sharon Olds, True Love

Stephen Crane, In The Desert

Cameron Awkward-Rich, Meditations in an Emergency

ANTIGONE: The fields were wet. They were waiting for something to happen. The whole world was breathless, waiting. I can’t tell you what a roaring noise I seemed to make alone on the road. It bothered me that whatever was waiting, wasn’t waiting for me.

Jean Anouilh, Antigone

Etel Adnan, The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage

I’m trying to give you everything I have. But I can’t find it; I can’t find it yet.

Alice Notley, In The Pines

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

& if I were to forgive you (& I know I could)

who would be left

who would be left

to forgive me?

Hieu Minh Nguyen, Afterwards

Mahmoud Darwish, Mural

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

“You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only / the sun has come this close, only the sun.”

Shauna Barbosa, GPS

Mahmoud Darwish, Mural

Forough Farrokhzad, Another Birth

repetition in poetry // part i

[shanelemagne]

Blue Root Unknown Artist 15th Century

[hannahlockillustration]

When You Were Small.

[cansu-m]

[playburo]

Richard Diebenkorn