Pretty Little Things

twenty-six. Music teacher. I drink too much coffee. || New York, New York

[lustingupon]

@deborabrosa

[dvnfemme]

April Concept: Early mornings, soft and sweet musical accompaniment to mundane activities, keeping my spaces clean and clear, floral scents, comfy clothing, candlelight in my bedroom, protecting my energy and privacy, yoga and gym, tuning in spiritually, keeping myself sacred and regulating my interactions, womb and skin healing, practicing habits that set me up for success, working smart and practicing discernment, romantic date nights, choosing peace, evening study sessions in the library, processing through journaling, staying hydrated and remaining soft.

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “the first of all my dreams was of” (in 73 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “she quickly dreamed a dream of spring”]

[luthienne]

…so much despair at not being able to express any of the many vague and unclear things inside me.

Etty Hillesum, from a diary entry featured in An Interrupted Life: the Diaries, 1941-1943 and Letters from Westerbork (translated from the Dutch by Arnold J. Pomerans)

[soracities]

“Wasn’t it April? Weren’t things more likely to last in this or any season?”

— John Ashbery, from “A Voice from the Fireplace”, Quick Question: Poems

[luthienne]

I stood on the little bridge and looked across the water; I melted into the landscape and offered all my tenderness up to the sky and the stars and the water and to the little bridge. And that was the best moment of the day.

And I felt this was the only way of transforming all the many and deep and tender feelings one carries for another into deeds: to entrust them to nature, to let them stream out under the open spring sky, and to realize that there is no other way of letting them go.

Etty Hillesum, from a diary entry featured in An Interrupted Life: the Diaries, 1941-1943 and Letters from Westerbork (translated from the Dutch by Arnold J. Pomerans)

[novemberschopin]

. by Stanley＊ on Flickr.

[sweet-cider]

[autumnkeepsmealive]

Cuddle up in the rain mood board

[autumnauspice]

18 days until autumn

[adioringly]

by julia_burduzha

[ayfraym]

[stephencrutch-deactivated202006]

[soracities]

Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)

[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.”]

[drop-dead-studyblr]

October 29, 2016

Morning Latin and evening coffee. Have had so much fun this week. Enjoying my free time while I still have some. Next few weeks that are coming up are going to be rough. Hope I pass all the tests and exams 😬.

[grayskymorning]

Design Tales

[primulaceas]

Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War

[inktvlekken]

“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but ‘Mom’s’ probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.”

— Kalyn RoseAnne (via extramadness)