Let her pray, and sleep, and dream / Alone with her good angels,
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Let her pray, and sleep, and dream / Alone with her good angels,
John Keats, from The Complete Poems; “The Eve of St. Agnes,”
yuhan wang spring ‘26
Barnard & Sullivan - Meteor Trail, 1880s
Life lately, sitting on the rocks with the sailboats crossing over the sea while the sun is setting at 10pm…
Jeff Buckley / Lover, You Should've Come Over
the reclusive little girl would like to say nothing at all
Toptyzhka - Fyodor Khitruk (1964)
I love being quiet and not talking and listening and looking and seeing and feeling
*carries around one of these when i make my rounds through my mutuals’ blogs*
“When people ask me what Emily Dickinson poems are about, I want to run away and hide, simply because for me, some poems are not about the ‘about’. They are metaphysical spells that you hold close and don’t really want to elaborate on. They help you to go on when you have nothing else left to go on with, the kind of poems you remember even when you don’t want to remember them.”
— Ilya Kaminsky, before reading ‘hope is the thing with feathers’ (via juliens-bakery)
summer thunderstorms are one of the most romantic things in the world, actually
Just got back from a couple days in Paris which was so lovely. I went to Gaâla to fit dresses, shopped for fabrics and feasted on oysters and foie gras and more… 💖
morning coffee in the quiet
Hi, how are you? Hope you're doing okay.
Thank you <3 i’m really well actually. never felt so sheltered and at home in the world, every day i’m oozing with peace and joy and thankfulness. quite a daze, somehow time feels like a second and eternity at the same time…. i’m doing so, so swell.
(but I’ve missed it here, miss everyone and i’ll get back to any and all messages soon— so sorry!)