منیکا

everything dreamy & poetical

[niurd]

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[venustapolis]

Midsummer Night or Iris (John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1876)

[apoemaday]

Mysteries, Yes

by Mary Oliver

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous  to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken. How people come, from delight or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

[madebeliever]

Michael Malm

[loveletters2myself]

[heartlessqueen]

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

[wiremothers-deactivated20230129]

Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

[sykesarchive1]

natalie wee, our bodies & other fine machines

[sweatermuppet]

sam sax, hydrophobia

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.”

— Unknown

[birdasaurus]

captured and styled by Cameron and Rachel Hammond

[desultory-suggestions]

Remember, every time you are so unapologetically yourself you are showing someone else they can have the courage to do the same.

[l00000]

[janeforest]

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[dont-give-a-fuck-club]

Nothing is more attractive than someone who respects you, makes u laugh and can hold a conversation.

[carmelas]

A vita non è come l’hai vista al cinematografo, a vita è cchiu difficili.

Cinema Paradiso, 1988 dir. Giuseppe Tornatore

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[gvzel]

kalbim uslu durmuyor verseler de ikaz.. 

[soracities]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water