nightly.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

[petaltexturedskies]

Aiskhylos, Agamemnon (tr. by Anne Carson)

[virgin-martyr]

This moon was the size of a broad nail-paring; you could see the vague outline of the rest of its surface, obscured by the shadow of the earth as if the earth were clenched between the moon’s shining claw-tips, so you could say the moon held the world in its arms. An exceptionally brilliant star suspended from the nether prong on a taut, invisible leash.

Angela Carter, excerpt from "Black Venus"

[ltwilliammowett]

Among the waves, by Dmitriew George, 2020

[petaltexturedskies]

Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Lou Andreas Salomé written c. December 1912, from Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[mournfulroses]

Bianca Stone, from a poem titled "Artichokes," featured in What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems

[oldpaintings]

J. Howell Russell (English, ?)

[from-a-spiders-web]

Alathea, 1895 John White Alexander

[cparti-mkiki]

portrait of the artist's son jan frans, jan cossiers (flemish, 1600-1671), ca. 1658 (fondation custodia)

[enchantedbook]

'The Lady of the Lake' by Alan Lee

[shisasan]

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[weltenwellen]

Kaveh Akbar, from “Unburnable the Cold is Flooding Our Lives", Calling a Wolf a Wolf

[illustratus]

Tempest by Ivan Aivazovsky

[diemelusine]

Portrait of Princess Alois von Liechtenstein (née Archduchess Elisabeth Amalie of Austria) (1903) by Philip de László. Schloß Vaduz.

[mournfulroses]

Margaret Atwood, from a poem titled "War Photo 2," featured in The Door: Poems

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

The day was mild, dreamy, and calm—one of those late fall days when the year, having exhausted all the colors and nuances of that season, seems to revert to the springtime pages of the calendar. The sunless sky had settled itself into colored streaks, gentle strips of cobalt, verdigris, and celadon, framed at the edges with whiteness as clear as water—the colors of April, inexpressible and long forgotten.

– Bruno Schulz, from “The Old Age Pensioner,” Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass

[therepublicofletters]

7.26.17 // Details of The Immaculate Conception by Cristobal de Villalpando at the Met.

[ofbooksandbread-deactivated2025]

'run a botanical garden? why darling, i would love to'