Just another dreamer.

she/her | an old soul | teacher | writer | Illustrator

[elizabethanism]

when emily dickinson wrote "spring is a happiness so beautiful, so unique, so unexpected, that i don’t know what to do with my heart" and anaïs nin "to feel the spring, to renew my love affair with the world." and sylvia plath "cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul" and rainer maria rilke "it is spring again. the earth is like a child that knows poems by heart." and fyodor dostoevsky "and now it’s spring, so my ideas are always so nice, sharp, inventive, and the dreams i have are tender; everything is rose-coloured"

[oceanandsunflower]

If you want to make people around you happy, you have to find your own happiness first. Being selfish isn’t always a bad thing. Try to only think about your happiness when things are too stressful. It’s okay to do that.

— It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

[oceanandsunflower]

Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.

Roy T. Bennett

[thoughtkick]

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

[oceanandsunflower]

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

[oceanandsunflower]

Foul Whisperings by Shubhangi Sharma (oceanandsunflower) 🌻🌊

[oceanandsunflower]

Let me sing the hymns of fairy tales, magic and hope ...

oceanandsunflower 🌻🌊

[soracities]

“So now, like many another wreck, I am throwing myself into the arms of literature.”

August Strindberg, The Red Room (tr. Elizabeth Sprigge)

[soracities]

Paul Eluard, “The Arms of Sorrow (in memory of Lucien Legros*, shot for his 18th birthday)”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)

(*note on context: ”Lucien Legros, a student of seventeen, was arrested after a school demonstration in April 1942 and sentenced to forced labour by a Vichy French court. He was then handed over to the Gestapo and shot as a hostage after numerous promises of freedom and threats of execution“.)

(in the poem, the excerpt above is written from the point of view of Lucien’s’ mother – my addition)

[lipslikethegardensofbabylon]

she’s a 10 but she listens to taylor swift so she’s a 13

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “in times a noble mercy of proportion” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “in times a noble mercy of proportion” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[luthienne]

Rita Dove, from Playlist for the Apocalypse: Poems; "Aubade: The Constitutional"

[Text ID: A day like this I should count / among the miracles of living—breath, // a heart that beats, that aches and sings;]

[soracities]

Czesław Miłosz, from “A Magic Mountain” (tr. Czesław Miłosz), New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

[Text ID: “And the fog from the ocean is cool, for once again it is July”]

[firstfullmoon]

Linda Gregg, from “I Thought on His Desire for Three Days” [ID in alt text]