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20 ~ queer ~ they/he ☉Virgo ☽ Aries ↑ Aries

[feral-ballad]

sorry if this is specific but do you know any quotes about pomegranates in relation to love? whether it be hades/persephone related or a general idea, i’m just looking for something to add to my girlfriend’s valentines card😭 i’ve always felt the act of sharing fruit was very romantic and i got her a pomegranate patch, however i just felt adding a quote to the card might help her understand the meaning behind it a bit more. if not, i totally get it and thank you for your time!!

this is the cutest!🫀🤍

I’ll kiss you in the pomegranate garden.

From I Am the Beggar of the World: Landays from Contemporary Afghanistan, tr. by Eliza Griswold

Salma al-Khadra al-Jayyusi, ed. by Kamal Boullata, from Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Arabic Poetry by Arab Women; “Dearest Love — III”

I have sat down in the middle of the Earth, my love, in the middle of my life, to open my veins and my chest, to peel my skin like a pomegranate, and to break the red mahogany of these bones that loved you.

Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Randall Couch, From Madwomen: The Locas Mujeres Poems of Gabriela Mistral, a Bilingual Edition; “The Abandoned Woman”

Igor Severyanin, tr. by Avrahm Yarmolinsky, from Modern Russian Poetry: An Anthology; “And it passed by the sea-shore”

My heart is a fiery pomegranate, / its scarlets clustered, and its wax opened, / which could offer you its tender beads / with the stubbornness of a man in love.

Miguel Hernández, tr. by Robert Bly; “Your heart?—It is a Frozen Orange”

Jeanette Winterson, from Written on the Body

Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.

Pauline Albanese, from The Closed Doors

Oscar Wilde, “In the Gold Room”

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Frans de Bruyn - The vegetable garden (1918)

[ra3kiv]

sea, swallow me

[ubiquitous-epithet]

do you still think of me too?

[sanseterrer]

The moon that sailed through the waters of eternity

[pagansubmorine]

A relaxed, warm hand resting open on your chest. Peacefully laying with your partner. Soft breathing. Stillness. Love. Safety.

[booniesbride]

part 1. guardians

hollywood cemetery in richmond, VA taken w polaroid onestep 2

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller wr. c. December 1933

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Ivan Aivazovsky - The Bounding Waves, 1898

[ubiquitous-epithet]

forgot this app existed

[mementomoriiv]

Naoko Ito

[yvfu]

there’s gotta be a better way to store branches

[feral-ballad]

Ilyas Abu Shabaka, tr. by Adnan Haydar and Michael Beard, from Modern Arabic Poetry: an anthology; “You or I?”

[drinksomefuckingwater]

drink some fucking water

[ounique]

"If I am Icarus, my darling, then my wings are my pride and you, my sun."

~ Ounique, under 'Frivolous Contemplations of the Heart Strings'

[ebonyduskk]

The literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself.

Albert Camus

[sosuperawesome]

Gregory Fromenteau on Instagram

[grace-mi]

this is amazing

[jadedanddark]

A Soup That Will Make You Forgive Your Father

Onion. The more layers you peel back, the more your body betrays you into tears. Chop it small.

Garlic. They say it can draw out the poison of a wound. Mince three cloves.

Lamb. This animal never grew past childhood; many people are like this as well. Cube one pound.

It does not do to stick to things so hard you leave yourself behind. Brown meat and onion mix in an oiled pot.

Stock. Sometimes the easy path is just as good as the difficult one. One quart store-bought.

Celery. The center is sweet, but the outside is bitter with age. Chop two.

Carrots. Most growth happens in the dark, unseen. Chop three.

Potatoes. Toxic until it's not. Chop four.

Bay leaf. Once a symbol of victory, but that was long ago. You only need one.

Salt. Too little leaves you craving, too much will stop your heart. Add one pinch at a time until it tastes right.

Pepper. A little fire keeps us alive.

Parsley. Called the bitter herb, because what is sweetness unless we learn from the bitter parts?

Worcestershire sauce. Harder to say than "I love you." One dash is enough.

At this point, you need water.

Make it boil, then make it simmer. These things take time.

At the end of the day, he's just a person, ingredients and seasoning, made by a different cook than you needed.

But what if my father doesn't deserve forgiveness?

Well, at least you have soup.