l' amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle

when it's over, i want to say: all my life i was a bride married to amazement

[lunamonchtuna]

— Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Vera (tr. Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd) (via lunamonchtuna)

[heavensghost]

Words by Mary Oliver engraved in rock

[oftheorchids]

“…the only Commandment I ever obeyed - ‘Consider the Lilies.’”

— Emily Dickinson, letter #904 to Alice Tuckerman (June, 1884) referencing Matthew 6:28, likely sent with lilies from her garden. (via malglories)

[mothprincess]

Mary Oliver, from The Fire

[butterflypeaflowertea]

every so often i remember this poem by langston hughes & am inconsolable

[laurenillustrated]

Anne Shirley

[weltenwellen]

Adrift Mark Nepo

[anvael]

[wovi]

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joy sullivan

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[whatkindofnameisella]

me when fitz is always used as a pawn for the greater good he's never allowed to be a part of, and verity is always left with no choice but to give time away that he'll never get back, and kettricken is always put back up on the altar for one last sacrifice, and patience is always left lonely in the empty castle keeping a straight face, and burrich is always giving all of himself to save someone just to lose them again and again and again. me when. me

[mothprincess]

Mary Oliver, from The Fire

[thoodleoo]

not my troy and most certainly not my horse

[theinternetarchive]

'pansies in a green vase,' wilson davis ellis, american c. 1954.

[malnedott]

found this in the thrift store!!

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

it’s okay to grieve yourself it’s okay to grieve the person you used to be it’s okay to grieve the person you once hoped you’d become it’s okay to grieve the person you can never be it’s okay to grieve the version of you that you thought you had to create it’s okay to grieve the version of you that you had to abandon to survive it’s okay to grieve the version of you that never got to grow up it’s okay to grieve the version of you that died with your childhood it’s okay to grieve any parts of yourself that you have lost, past present or future. It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else. Please allow yourself the time and emotional space to grieve, and concurrently, please have grace for yourself. I cannot stress this enough.

[ontheoutside-lookingin]

“She’s so sweet she’s always going out of her way to help others” quick someone give that girl all the love and safe space she deserves before being “sweet” (pathological people pleasing as a trauma response) destroys her and leaves behind a bitter empty shell of a person