marmalade sun

24 | Taurus | Be kind. Everyone you meet is fighting a battle.

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars

[weltenwellen]

Maya C. Popa, from “Spring”, Wound Is the Origin of Wonder

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, “Don’t Hesitate”, Devotions

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from "Instructions for Traveling West", Instructions for Traveling West

[primulaceas]

Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

[aloyhh]

In our silences we hide the loudest of words.

[foxeia]

Mandy Schulman

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[saltyocean]

alexis doyle

[miiilowo]

where is my favorite painting i need to find my favorite painting

[miiilowo]

a break in their day by david hettinger. i loveyou

[womenintheirwebss]

thinking about that toni morrison quote that went to the effect of ‘you’re looking in your children’s face to make sure their face is clean and their hair is combed and they’re looking in your face to see love.’ because it’s saur true.

[womenintheirwebss]

[soracities]

Ama Codjoe, from "The Bluest Nude" [ID'd]

[leopardheart-deactivated2023022]

whoever says still life paintings are boring is wrong. look at these paintings by pierre boncompain ! they have no human elements and the subjects are evidently carefully arranged and yet. the way they are painted is breathtakingly beautiful and sweeps one away

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[bled]

Billions by Ward Roberts

‘how small and insufficient people can be made to feel’

[misswallflower]

[skyliine]

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from “Isn't the Air Also a Body, Moving?”, Postcolonial Love Poem

[schuylerpeck]

I want time to be quiet. I want a week where there’s nothing expected of me. I want some light snowfall. I want a home I can rearrange the furniture with every season. To bring friends over to be warmed by the fireplace. I want to paint the walls. I want to curl into you until I feel my hurt fall asleep. I want to pluck rosemary from the windowsill. I want to feel comfort again. I want so much space in my heart for the light to fill.