bajo la luna llena.

B. (29) ∙ PhD student ∙ moodboard blog // “If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.” - Cicero

[luxe-pauvre]

She reminds me of a feeling — I think it's the deep peace of a museum or a gallery when you're the first in, or the last out.

Daisy Buchanan, Insatiable

[sevilmedimbeee]

[fantastic-forest]

[browndresswithwhitedots]

Eduardo Cerruti

[existential-celestial]

“You notice it first as April ends and May begins, a change in the season, not exactly a warming—in fact not at all a warming—yet suddenly summer seems near, a possibility, even a promise. You pass a window, you walk to Central Park, you find yourself swimming in the colour blue: the actual light is blue, and over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades, approximates finally the blue of the glass on a clear day at Chartres, or that of the Cerenkov radiation thrown off by the fuel rods in the pools of nuclear reactors. The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes— the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows.”

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights

[rubiesandhoney]

[royalartefakt]

[focus-damnit]

[dk-thrive]

You’re as necessary as the soil, I need you the way I need bread in the morning, the way I need sleep at night.

— Frode Grytten, The Ferryman and His Wife. Translated to English by Alison McCullough. (Algonquin Books, November 18, 2025)

[christmas-winter]

[browndresswithwhitedots]

[poeticpicturism]

[aslowyear]

Little Women (2019), Greta Gerwig

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

​“You hide the truth from yourself, and when it is forced upon you you either collapse or else you explode. You’re free to do so. But only if you can take it when you lose. And you can’t take it. You always try to get out of paying; you fly into a rage, you accuse other people right and left—anything at all not to own yourself in the wrong.”

Simone de Beauvoir, from “The Woman Destroyed,” published c. 1967

[frrenzetic]

[placeeee]

[valscrapbook]