Miles to go before I Sleep

Emilie. 23. Early Riser. Careless embracer of thunderstorms. Admirer of every moon. Lover of all that is old. Avid acorn collector. Frequent pinecone thief. This blog is somewhat seasonal.

[ensiehfatimahkiyani-deactivated]

”Tell them, I was the warmest place you knew and that you turned me cold.”

-Rupi Kaur

[lifeinpoetry]

I don’t want to go into more detail because what if you mistake this poem for an instruction manual?  I don’t know how to talk  about the rabbit hole without accidentally inviting you to follow me down it.

— Blythe Baird, from “Relapse,” If My Body Could Speak

[lifeinpoetry]

Forgive me

I don’t mean

to take up

so much space

discussing

all the ways

I am

absent

— Brandon Melendez, from “Field Notes on Desire,” Gold That Frames the Mirror

[cottage-vibes-deactivated202004]

[indecisivegirlx]

[girlinthepark]

Ashley Alexander. 

[bibliotheque-la-nature]

Which is your favourite classic?

[latesummermoon]

[oliveaura]

Don’t wait for everything to be perfect to enjoy your life💛

[finita--la--commedia]

Nietzsche’s paradox: the best one can hope for is the worst. Cioran’s paradox: existence has no meaning, and this is meaningful. Pessoa’s paradox: that everything amounts to nothing, and that this itself is something.

– Eugene Thacker, from “On Pessimism” in “Infinite Resignation” (2018)

[valtsv]

due to personal reasons i will be letting moss grow on me

[valtsv]

due to circumstances that i will not elaborate on i shall be getting lost in the moss

[valtsv]

for purposes that don’t concern you i intend to decompose

[kinderkindred]

@orriculum

[smalltownghosts]

June 2018 Instagram / Flickr / Prints

[witheredfern]

February 24, 2019. Little Herbes de Provence olive oil cake. You know you’ve balanced citrus and floral correctly when the feedback is, “it tastes like soap but in a good way.”

[7awra]

[kuromilesbian-deactivated202205]

I really wanna open my own flower shop but I want it to also be a cafe so you can have tea and a croissant while browsing my selection of tulips

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Let earth be my pillow,”

— Elizabeth Garrett Anderson, from The Selected Poems; “Oak Bride,”

[romxntiqe]

forever that girl that gets really excited when the sky is in pretty colours