— Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky and Lili Brik, 1915-1930
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— Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky and Lili Brik, 1915-1930
women in victorian novels are always having breakfast sent up to their rooms because they need a long rest and frankly I think we should bring that back. x
Marriages around me make me shudder sometimes.
I have a theory about how I'm going to die and I'm 90% sure about it.
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“Love is about…bowing down to the presence of God in you.”
-Omid Safi
There was a time before the internet was raising us, a time where peace and joy was found on the rooftops of bustling and busy Lahore, a time where we weren’t bound by the constant ticking of the clock and found moments of bliss laying still under the hot sun.
Ao baithain, دھوپ کنارے
Dhoop kinaray | Zara Shahjahan
I just NEEEED to walk barefoot through the dirt in a soft yellow dress, wandering my big backyard garden while I leave the dough to rise in my warm kitchen. There are hummingbirds coming and going from the feeder, and small white butterflies fluttering from the flower patch. I pick tomatoes ready to make for dinner. I close my eyes when the Sun touches my bare shoulders. Everything out here is alive.
“You are a curious case of strangeness and extraordinary loveliness.”
— Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to George Sand written c. November 1870 (via violentwavesofemotion)
A man feeds donkey sulla flowers and foliage from its own load near Gangi, Sicily, Italy, January 1955.Photograph by Luis Marden, National Geographic
You wouldn’t believe, how I want to live now, what thirst to exist and be conscious has been born in me. And besides, what is suffering? I’m not afraid of it, even if it’s numberless. I’m not afraid of it now; I was before… And it seems to me there’s so much strength in me now that I can overcome everything, all sufferings, only in order to say and tell myself every moment: I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living.
Mitya, The Brothers Karamazov, Book 6, Chapter 4
an inspiration moodboard depicting my dream countryside home
“Young one, do not forget prayer. Each time in your prayer, if it be sincere, a new emotion will make itself fleetingly glimpsed, and in it a new thought with which you were previously unfamiliar and which will give you courage again; and you will realize that prayer is an education.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Church of the Holy Ghost. Copenhagen, Denmark ✨
Is it sad if depression is like a comfort zone.