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The Letters of Emily Dickinson
“If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be.Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.”
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@zeewipark
15 marca 2019
Czuję niepojęte poczucie bezpieczeństwa we własnej bolesnej przeszłości. Nigdy się z nią nie pożegnałem, to prawda. Nie żyję nią, ale nie umiem o niej zapomnieć. Wciąż za często zaglądam się za siebie, jednak nie mogę się winić. To ja, w pewnych kwestiach, wciąż nic się nie zmieniłem. Nadal cierpię w ten sam sposób, z tych samych powodów. Wciąż nie cierpię się za te same rzeczy.
I suddenly lose all sense of life. I cannot write, work. I feel absolute inertia, indifference. Why the order? The élan, the struggle, the effort, the creation? Why? The intensity leaves nothing but ashes.
Anaïs Nin, from Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939 (via luthienne)
Solar system diagram. Adventuring in science. 1954.
This week Nemfrog turns four. To celebrate my birthday I’m raiding the archives. Today, images tagged #solar system.
Bouquet of Flowers in a Terracotta Vase with Peaches and Grapes (detail) 1776. Anne Vallayer-Coster,
Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
Charles Dickens (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Baiser (The Kiss), Paris, 1950, Robert Doisneau