[literaturecravings]

— Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

[learnelle]

women reading is my favourite genre of art

[eirene]

The Awakening, 1893 Eugen von Blaas

[detailedart]

1. Joan of Arc, 1865, by John Everett Millais.

2. Kate Bush in Joanni

[weltenwellen]

I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[holyantenna]

[bushpoppy]

Gripping my bathroom sink repeating I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone

[sweatermuppet]

when the loneliness of solitary adulthood in winter feels like a physical, scalding pain

[mothercain-deactivated20231124]

winter has come once again to teach me things i don’t want to know about myself

[pechebo]

they had a great time

[nastjona]

having undiagnosed autism as a child meant never truly forming close friendships and now ,years later, suffering because it’s just so lonely here..

[catonhottinroof-deactivated2023]

John White Alexander (1856 - 1915) 

A Ray of Sunlight, 1898

[catchymemes]

Reblog this last

[catchymemes]

Reblog this second

[catchymemes]

Reblog this first

[diabolicjoy]

I love them

[ID: three heart shaped ceramic pendants over a white/transparent background; a Moomin one, one with 3 little tulips, and a Snoopy one - they’re all painted in cobalt blue over the light beige clay. End ID]

[ourobores]

DECEMBER

chandrama deshmukh, a teaspoon of stars / claude monet, snow scene at argenteuil, 1875 / counting crows, a long december / anna mary ‘grandma’ robertson moses, snow ball / natalie diaz, manhattan is a lenape word / laetitia de haas, birds in a winter garden / fritz ward, love letter from inside fatherhood / nate klug, advent / serhiy shyshko, saint volodymyr’s hill / w. s. merwin, song of three smiles / charlotte joan sternberg, home through the pines ii / mike chasar, conches on christmas / alfred sisley, la maison sous la neige, 1878 / robert creeley, the door / claude monet, the magpie / sarah kay, winter without you