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Gunning King - Pink Flowers

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Ohlsdorf Cemetary ♰ [Hamburg, Germany]

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enchanted. x

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François Martin-Kavel

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driftwood and shell sculptress Debra Bernier of Shaping Spirit

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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written in October 1904

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Egron Lundgren

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my version of the roman empire

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moonflowers starting to bloom

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“I have a thirst, a terrible thirst for happiness. Just say that you think like me, that you are mine forever as I am yours, that is to say unconditionally, and then we will live far from words, scruples and struggles, and days of happiness await. I love you, I am yours. Don’t think I’m crazy. It is the bottom of my long compressed heart that bursts. I have your blood in me, your taste on my lips, your passion to live in my heart. Courage again. And soon we will be happy with our happiness. I kiss you with all my heart. But write, write, I beg you. Do you feel, do you feel how much I love you?”

— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 10, 1950 [#183]

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— Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: Outside it is warm and blue and April.]

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To anyone who believes fairy tale romances never happen in real life, may I remind you that JRR and Edith Tolkien met and experienced a forbidden love in their youth, and then were separated for five whole years because of his guardian’s rules that he could not date till he was 21, and she got engaged to someone else only because she assumed he’d forgotten her and lost hope that she could ever be with him, but then on his 21st birthday, he wrote her a letter saying he still loved her and wanted to marry her, she responded basically saying ‘if I’d known you hadn’t left me on the shelf, I would never have said yes to anyone else,’ then a week later she greeted him at the train station and then immediately dumped her fiancé, and they got married and she converted to his religion and danced for him in a flowering field far away from the trenches into which he was drafted, which left such an impression that he crafted an entire story about the most beautiful maiden in the world who danced in the woods and made enormous sacrifices to be with the man she loved, and they had four kids and remained faithful to each other and blissfully grew old together and their gravestones are now marked with the names of that same fictional couple that he created, who broke every rule and overcame every possible obstacle to be together and get a happy ending, who only did all that because he based it all on their own real love story.

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Knowing all this has always made this bit of Beren’s song instantly reduce me to tears:

Though all to ruin fell the world

and were dissolved and backward hurled

unmade into the old abyss,

yet were its making good, for this—

the dawn, the dusk, the earth, the sea—

that Lúthien on a time should be!

Tolkien straight up wrote a poem that said “the world could end, but it wouldn’t have all been pointless, because she was in this world, however briefly, and that justified all the rest.” Kills me.

Who can outdo Wife Guy Tolkien? Dude was writing elaborate AUs where his wife is an impossibly beautiful magic-wielding immortal elf princess who fights Satan and wins to rescue her human boyfriend from Satan’s doom fortress. Flawless.