flabbergasted

[renaissance-art]

Details of foliage in the Unicorn Tapestries

[luvecrime]

abbas kiarostami

[metaphorformetaphor]

“Sometimes, when I’m careless, I think survival is easy: you just keep moving forward with what you have, or what’s left of what you were given, until something changes—or you realize, at last, that you can change without disappearing, that all you had to do was wait until the storm passes you over and you find that—yes—your name is still attached to a living thing.”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin Press, 2019)

[anditslove]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

[palmandlaser]

[recharmed]

[quotemadness]

“Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.”

— Steve Maraboli

[roseydoux]

Une Femme Mariée (1964)

[quotemadness]

“Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.”

— Fred Rogers

[biscodeja-vu]

Proustite of Chile.

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“More than a feeling, less than a thing: a fact, A murky element, a medium, a sea Of fadeless dew upon the leaf Of the mind— Time! Time that gives everything but itself, Time that steals everything but the heart—”

— Denis Johnson, from “The Skewbald Horse,” The Veil: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1987)

[m-ay-be]

[adrasteiax]

“Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction. Practice resurrection.”

— Wendell Berry, from “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front,” from The Country of Marriage (Harcourt, 1973)

[sunsetquotes]

“I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away.”

— Shauna Niequist

[kafk-a]

Bernadette Mayer, from The Way to Keep Going in Antarctica

[merulae]

“She was like that, she threw things off balance just to see if she could put them back in some other way.”

— Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend

[kvnai]