a journal of sorts

valerie. mostly sunny. cheese enchiladas make me inordinately happy. [email protected]

[flowerytale]

"I wish you joy" Jane Austen, from a letter to her brother Frank (26 July 1809)

[souvenirs]

[spitfaggot]

happy birthday, gilbert baker. (june 2, 1951 — march 31, 2017)

[bon----voyage]

@chasingamoment.

[aemperatrix]

Franz Wright

[thesunlitlife]

[04k96]

[wordsthatkeepmyfeetdry]

The Berries by Kathleen Jamie

[janecampion]

BRIGHT STAR

2009, dir. Jane Campion

[ijaazat]

summer

1. make a syllabus for yourself - books, media, places, recipes

2. complete 40% of it

3. eat every fruit u can

[rococodeco]

They're trying to cancel Homer over on youtube. He's like the AI of ancient Greece.

[crowboy-bebop]

unauthorized fucking thing!!!!!!

(warning: loud chirping throughout)

source: hellgate osprey cam

[curlicuecal]

[evilthotiana]

Fish sculptures by Nina Fox Herlihy

[tcmreads]

reading in bed. painting by marta astrain.

[sashayed]

In Perpetual Spring

Gardens are also good places to sulk. You pass beds of spiky voodoo lilies    and trip over the roots    of a sweet gum tree,    in search of medieval    plants whose leaves,    when they drop off    turn into birds if they fall on land, and colored carp if they    plop into water. Suddenly the archetypal    human desire for peace    with every other species    wells up in you. The lion    and the lamb cuddling up. The snake and the snail, kissing. Even the prick of the thistle,    queen of the weeds, revives    your secret belief in perpetual spring, your faith that for every hurt    there is a leaf to cure it.

Amy Gerstler (b. 1956) Bitter Angel: Poems, 1990

[aliciavikander]

ANDREW SCOTT as THE PRIEST in Fleabag (2016-2019)

[apoemaday]

The Philosopher

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

And what are you that, wanting you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake?

And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall?

I know a man that's a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man on my mind?

Yet women's ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell, -- And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?

[worldscoolest]