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The Notebook (2004)
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
monet at The Met
Verona, Juliet’s balcony
jane birkin dans le film la piscine (1969) <3
the books I’ve read all make up the tiny pieces of my soul; to read them is to read into my heart
Imagine all the things I could do if I just did them.
View of Oyster Bay (detail), c. 1908 Tiffany Studios, New York
Castle Ashby Gardens 🍃 | Daniel Casson
Castle Ashby House, Castle Ashby, Northamptonshire, England
places that exude magic
old bookstores and antique shops hidden in a big city
forests with red mushrooms, bubbling streams and baby deer
mornings where everything is covered in fresh snow and time feels frozen
lakes and creeks where the water is turquoise and opalescent in the sunlight
flowery hills that are homes to baby cows and lambs
cottages with blooming gardens and lily ponds that look like monet paintings
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)
16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
what am i smiling at ? the made up scenarios of course
Chatsworth House, Derbyshire, England