venus

[italian-child]

juliana salazar

[thespilledquotes]

“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.”

— C.S.Lewis (via thoughtkick)

[weltenwellen]

Audre Lorde, from “A Litany for Survival”, The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde

[geniuss-loci-deactivated2021052]

[thowd]

[thisisgoodfruit]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BYxwWgtB05M/

[artsinmyheart]

Sunset at the beach

[thebookquotes]

“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hate so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”

— James Baldwin, Nobody Knows My Name

[loyaltyy]

@dashafiasco

[resqectable]

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. - It goes on.”

— Robert Frost (via surqrised)

[derangedrhythms]

you move from what’s obscure to what is fated,

Gottfried Benn, Selected Poems and Prose; from ‘Melancholy’, tr. David Paisey

[metaphorformetaphor]

“To forget. To forget everything. To open windows to daylight.”

—

José Ángel Valente, from “II-Memory of K.,” Puerto del Sol (Volume 40 Number 2, Summer 2005)

[notmybeautifulhome]

[insearchofsunrise-deactivated]

Françoise Hardy - YSL show, 1967

[estrellablogg]

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆.. 🌿

[resqectable]

“Sometimes I wish I could read your mind. But then, I wonder if I could handle the truth.”

— The Vow

[soracities]

“We are both storytellers. Lying on our backs, we look up at the night sky […] Those who first invented and then named the constellations were storytellers. Tracing an imaginary line between a cluster of stars gave them an image and an identity. The stars threaded on that line were like events threaded on a narrative. Imagining the constellations did not, of course, change the stars, nor did it change the black emptiness that surrounds them. What it changed was the way people read the night sky.”

— John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos