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[tenderlypressed]

[natgeofound]

[mournfulroses]

Izumi Shikibu, from a diary entry featured in Japanese Poetic Diaries; The Diary of Izumi Shikibu

[acourtofquestions]

“If you were to ask me what Throne of Glass is about…

I’d say it’s about the epic journey of a teenage assassin in a corrupt kingdom.

But if you were to ask me on a deeper level, I’d say…

It’s about how small acts of kindness can change the outcome of the world.

Money to a barmaid, waiting an extra minute to shoot, a warning in a competition, a cloak in a cold dungeon, a message on a wall, sharing your lavender soap.”

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[lena-oleanderson]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 23, in a letter to Ted Hughes (dated Monday, 1 October 1956)

[deviika]

Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon

[bangbangwhoa]

books I’ve read in 2024 📖 no. 138

The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah

“In the best of her books, there was peace, satisfaction, a sense of the story ending as it should. In real life, she saw, it wasn’t like that. It was sadness opening up inside of you, changing how you saw the world.”

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath

[dostoyevsky-official]

the worst part of "you'll understand when you're older" is that you really do understand when you're older

[prinz-myshkin]

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

[sofiaflorina2021]

That always happens to me as someone who has cats.

[her-wiings]

[sunsbleeding]

There will always be something to live for, even if it’s just the sun coming through your kitchen window in the morning, even if it’s just waking up with time to keep sleeping, even if it’s for the hope that the future will be tender, and sublime, and brighter than then all the stars…

[minyardy]

Why saying goodbye to your loved one at the airport literally feels like someone crushing your ribcage and ripping your heart out of your chest

[bloglikeanegyptian]

ceasefire today, accountability from tomorrow until the end of time. all my love to the steadfast people and martyrs of gaza

[ashstfu]

eat delicious things in every sense. savor novels that unravel slowly, like decadent meals for the mind. let sunlight kiss ur skin, bask in its warmth like an endless summer. hold close the people who make you feel alive, kiss them tenderly, love them fiercely. laugh at bad jokes, the kind that make you roll ur eyes but secretly smile. plant basil on your windowsill, water it with care, breathe in its fragrance as you stir it into your meals. be unafraid to indulge in beauty, to notice it everywhere and to consume it greedily. there is no virtue in starving yourself of joy, no wisdom in rationing delight.