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aquella flor de amanecer

[gypsyastronaut]

[60sfactorygirl]

Incredibly saddened to hear about the passing of Marianne Faithfull (1946-2025) who passed away January 2025 at the age of 78. She was and will forever be a big inspiration to me. Marianne was an outstanding woman who fought hard until the very end, I will miss her so much.

Thank you for everything, Marianne.

Photo: Marianne Faithfull at the airport, 1969.

[poeticrose]

“I am full of so many flowers. I worry that no one will see them.”

— Zoë Lianne, “Your Twenties Rub Salt in Your Wounds”

[metamorphesque]

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1939

[desertangels70s]

Bettie Page by Bunny Yeager🎀

[primulaceas]

Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives

[flowerytale]

Li-Young Lee, from I Loved You Before I Was Born, The Undressing: Poems

[monainthecatacombs]

Don’t know who this quote is by but it’s been stuck in my brain like a leech for days

[sumrot]

How do baby animals exist. We are truly blessed. Think about a baby animal...sweetness..

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Alexander Pushkin, from The Bronze Horseman; Selected Poems; “A Fragment of Autumn,”

[rahabq]

[polishlolita]

[petalsinfall]

Mia Ortiz for mirror palais

[petaltexturedskies]

So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[silkypetal]

Relatable, so relatable, I do what she used to do, I free myself in nights, I wait desperately to sun goes away to correspond to my introspection. I am like a quartz, I recharge myself in the moon baths, I know that during the day, in everyone's eyes, I am insane girl. What for many, the night, its darkness and mystery, are usually avoided for fear of loneliness, for me, and for others like Sylvia, it is a velvet that we like to wrap ourselves.

I get it Sylvia, I get it.

Btw I have the book 🤍

[loveletters2myself]

my source? female intuition

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

Self improvement is great but ultimately? you have to accept your self. Yes you can eat better, exercise more, read more, set boundaries, love your self, but it all comes down to this. Some days you won’t have the energy to do any of these things. And you’ll look in the mirror and think that this is not enough. That’s a lie. The biggest love for self is to live slowly. To rest. To really rest. Have a nap. Eat what makes you feel good. Read if you want to. Embrace yourself and accept that you cannot and will not be ever be perfect. Accept that you are good enough. You don’t need to keep busy all the time. you don’t need to go out all the time and post on instagram. You don’t need to journal if you don’t want to. You don’t need to make art if you don’t want to. Breathe, give yourself grace and compassion. Give yourself the love and tenderness you so badly need. Be gentle with yourself. You are trying and it is good enough. You are good enough.

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

A beautiful poem that illustrates my point