Writing by an Old Soul

I will never have written enough. 🦋

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Monday Morning

[wordrummager]

Read this and none of your problems disappear Take your coffee however you like, with or without garnish or better yet, take tea. Don’t ask impossible shapes of clouds. The whole allure of watching was born in me when I was young, always new to a place; I could see more clearly detached and through a camera lens. I wore layers of green today and I think it was a bid for dressing for the job I want. I want to sink into the forest floor. The woman in the book wore green and she was beautiful with perfect eyes like the sea. Mine are mossy at best and I look like a ragamuffin in mixed layers. Experiencing the rain at night when you can’t see or hear or feel clearly is a gift of perception which is ironic as senses are taken away to receive it.

[daily-spooky]

[knyazsunandmoon]

Ophelia, 1872 - oil on canvas

— Jean-Baptiste Bertrand (France, 1823–1887)

[peculiarpixi]

mediterraneo by alex alemany

(i think)

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-A Mermaid-

[oracle-fae]

standing in the glade I heard a quiet psithurism, just straddling the line between music and noise.

[impressionism-art-history]

Dance Opera by Edgar Degas (1834 - 1917)

[lionofchaeronea]

Night and Her Daughter Sleep, Mary L. Macomber, 1902

[simena]

[soracities]

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

[icameheretoloveyou]

Let’s go fall in love in the garden

[uroko]

Fog day, Yamagata, Japan // 癒しの自然風景 ♡

[silentwhispersintheforest]

A walk in Tom wood by Greg Ward

[soircieres]

‘— and I stood there, flooded with longing, electric, shivering.’

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. July 1950s

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Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry written 26 October 1915 from Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920