*sans cesse*

„Nu e plăcut să te aud cum te plângi, plăcut e să știu că nu vei mai avea un motiv.”

[petaltexturedskies]

As for lovers, they are discovering new ways to love. Listen, their windows are open. You can hear them laughing.

Mary Oliver, from “Late Spring” in Felicity: Poems

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

the greatest responsibility of a friend is similar to that of a lover: not to save me, not to fix me but just to remind me who i am when i start forgetting. some days i lose my mind entirely and sometimes i need another pair of eyes to point at the light and tell me, “there. that’s still you.”

[huariqueje]

French Toast - Kate Jarvik Birch

American , b. 1977 -

Goache on paper , 6 x 6 in.

[leahgardner-art]

Pictures of Malibu. Oil on panel, 2021 and 2022

[shisasan]

June 8, 1897 Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

[nixscriptum]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— endlessnamelesseternity (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[thehopefulquotes]

“I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”

— Nina LaCour

[quotespile]

“She had always assumed that when she was old, she would have total confidence, finally. But look at her: still uncertain. In many ways she was more uncertain now than she had been as a girl. And often when she heard herself speaking she was appalled at how chirpy she sounded — how empty-headed and superficial, as if she’d somehow fallen into the Mom role in some shallow TV sitcom. What on earth had happened to her?”

— Anne Tyler, A Spool of Blue Thread

[luna-azzurra]

Stages of writing a novel: (1) this is a great idea (2) this is a good idea (3) this is an idea (4) what even is this (5) i have made a terrible mistake (6) okay there's something here (7) this is actually good (8) this is too good, something is wrong (9) wait did i accidentally write something real (10) close laptop. do not think about it for three days. open laptop. start over from stage 4.

[huariqueje]

Cherry Chorus - Kate Jarvik Birch 

American , b. 1977 -

Gouache on paper , 6 x 6 in.

[huariqueje]

Open Invitation. - Antonia Tyz Peeples , 2013.

American , b. 1957 -

Oil on linen , 36 x 48 in.

[shisasan]

6 June 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[unseenmonstermuse]

the intimacy of:

“someone waiting for you the whole day just to have a small conversation with you.”

[originalromanticsir]

It's the sweetest thing.

Don't take each other for granted.

[museenkuss]

June. white cotton, red lipstick. trying a new writing routine. bitter orange marmelade. wild strawberries. empty museums, scribbled notes. stacks of beat-up library books. transparent fragrances (delicate citrus, blooming jasmine). working by the open window - rustling paper, rustling branches. dancing bats. litchi lemonade. collecting beautiful sentences, beautiful thoughts, and weaving something worthwhile out of them. doing the work, gently and relentlessly.

[thoughtkick]

“You know how every once in a while you do something and the little voice inside says ‘There. That’s it. That’s why you’re here’ … and you get a warm glow in your heart because you know it’s true? Do more of that.”

— Jacob Nordby

[huariqueje]

Esmerald Afternoon - Antonia Tyz Peeples

American , b. 1957 -

Oil on canvas , 24 x 36 in.