Rust + Ivory

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[rustandivory]

[the59thstreetbridge]

townley_terrace

[zagrebinaa]

[prettygirll]

[prettygirll]

“What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?”

“But he is pink and perfect. He smiles so frequently. I have papered his room with big roses, I have painted little hearts on everything.”

Sylvia Plath

[mournfulroses]

Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Works of E. A. P; “Politian,”

[birdasaurus]

Anouk Yve

[geopsych]

I often go out in the dark and wait for light on the horizon. Today is kind of like that.

[prettygirll]

If this is sunrise,

I will wake early, every day

Of my

Life.

Tyler Knott Gregson

[prettystuff]

[prettystuff]

[prettygirll]

Last trip before my tiny dream boy gets his long dreamt of baby brother. He sailed this little Peter Pan from Grandma through all the rivers with him and he retold us the five minute softened version of the book hes been asking us to read him over and over. “Mama you’re Wendy, will you sew on my shadow? Fly through the twinkle stars? Come to our house in the trees?” Think I dreamt up a little bundle of lost boys to mama the same way he dreamt up his baby brother.

[llleighsmith]

sam sifton, from the nyt “what to cook right now” newsletter

[mirroir]

“Still,” wrote van Gogh in a letter, “a great deal of light falls on everything.”

[trembeling]

ellemaywatson

[rubiesandhoney]

[geopsych]

The start of a new day.