Tender Philosophia @tenderphilosophia - Tumblr Blog

I hope that they (the phenomenal ao3 maintenance team) bring back my wife (ao3) from war (unscheduled maintenance) quickly.

nixscriptum

shisasan

16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

nixscriptum

mournfulroses

Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022

20thcenturystarlet

New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream

thepeelingrenoir

The fact this isn't a painting is a testament to one of the greatest feats of set design and production I've ever seen.

thepeelingrenoir

My god just look at this! The lighting, set design, photography... I've just never seen anything like it.

hotniatheron

“He tears through the dictionary searching for the word that means -n. a region of deep sea so dark that the creatures who dwell there have little or no pigment ‘It was here,’ he says. 'Someone took it,’ he says, and looks at my mother and me with suspicion, mostly me. I try not to meet his gaze but he’s a tough old man, my father’s father, and he can stare me for a long time. Eventually I have to look away. I walk over to the screen door and let the kitty cat inside. I was thirsty. It was just floating there. And anyway, that word is mine.”

— The Seas // Samantha Hunt

strykerlancer-deactivated202405

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

strykerlancer-deactivated202405

Something in me wants more. I can't rest.

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”

fawnforevergone

crazy how hozier compared the fact he couldn't tell his relationship was failing because he was too blinded by love to the idea that icarus could not tell he was dying because he was too enamoured by the sun and we were supposed to just carry on living like everything's normal.

mosscollector

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude ; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

Kate Chopin, The Awakening