all the things i love

mostly i want to be kind

[goldenseptemberdays]

the king‘s daughter - eduard veith // the goldfinch - carel fabritius // alyonushka - viktor vasnetsov

[goldenseptemberdays]

maybe it‘s myself that i miss

- mary oliver, blueberries

[goldenseptemberdays]

miranda - frank dicksee // water lily pond - claude monet // figure with a laurel wreath - herbert james draper

[goldenseptemberdays]

The world's adream in fog's embrace,

Still slumber woods and meadows:

But soon, through the dissolving lace,

You'll see the blue of endless space,

The milder grace of autumn's face

Transcending golden shadows.

- eduard mörike, september morning

[goldenseptemberdays]

“Life is what matters, life alone – the continuous, eternal process of discovering life – and not the discovery itself.”

[the gates of dawn - herbert james draper // fyodor dostoevsky, the idiot]

[goldenseptemberdays]

- mary oliver, devotions

[goldenseptemberdays]

simeon solomon // edward burne-jones // armand point // jw waterhouse // frederick sandys

[goldenseptemberdays]

louise glück was so right when she said said "and if you missed a day, there was always the next, and if you missed a year, it didn't matter, the hills weren't going anywhere, the thyme and rosemary kept coming back, the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit“ like yes! there’s hope! i can try again! tomorrow might be better!

[goldenseptemberdays]

the me urge to not post anything until my color palette and header and profile pic and user name are perfect (impossible) (no one will ever see this) (am i not doing this for myself) (why is everything i do a performance)