Oh, Calliope

Has the world had its fun? Yeah they’ll make such a hassle And they’ll build you a castle Then destroy it when they’re done.

[lupinepixie]

[msanonymous]

هل من الممكن أن تحب روحًا لم تعرفها حتى الآن؟

{Is it possible to love a soul, you haven't even known yet?}

~ms.anonymous

[02decay]

house and fog

[preciousjewels]

“When you are possessed by a dream, when you are the inhabitant of a dream, you are driven by this, by a kind of heart beating: and the dream says something that is never said, that will never be said by anyone else and which you unknow; you possess the unknown secret. It is this, not the possibility of knowing the secret, that makes you both dream and write: the beating presence of it, its feeling.”

— Hélène Cixous, from Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing. (via xshayarsha)

[firesidecottage]

[firesidecottage]

[fayriequeene]

Braid + flowers

[geopsych]

[cocainejuul]

Cutest wrapper. I hope they never change it 🌷

[cocainejuul]

Also really cute 🐇

[llovinghome]

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

[awwww-cute]

Took my dog backpacking last week. She mostly just took naps. (Source: http://ift.tt/2sK7WbX)

[angelwarm]

[weltenwellen]

Erika L. Sánchez, from “Spring”, Lessons on Expulsion

[aroseforcaulfield]

Everytime I read Frankenstein, the same line makes me put the book down and stare at the wall. It’s my favorite line in the book; it has its own highlighter color in my annotations. The first time I read it, I literally detoured after my last class just to tell my lit teacher how much I liked the line because I couldn’t wait until second period the next day. Here’s the line:

“Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.”

This is said by the creature. He wanted to live. He wanted to live life so badly even though he had had such a difficult one. He still loved the song of the birds and the smell of the flowers and the joy in the world even if he never got to truly experience that joy. I just. AHHHH.

He wanted to fight for a life he never got to live.

[moomincaps]

[luthienne]

Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems; "Happy and Unhappy Families II"

[Text ID: In the play, we know what must happen / long before it happens, / and we call it tragedy. / Here at home, this winter, / we have no name for it.]