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“Every historian discloses a new horizon” - George Sand. Also I was too lazy to search up what kind of dogs George had, sorry.

A quite depressing Chopin moodboard.

#Chopin #Classical music

writingdotcoffee

“Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.”

— Stephen King

#Writing things #Stephen king

llovinghome

#Flowers #Floral

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#Roses #I WISH I COULD GET DECENT ROSES HERE

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the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.

#LOVEEEEEEE

Day I don't fucking remember of waiting for new Bastille music. This is NOT my favourite part, Dan Smith

#dan smith #bastille #quarter past midnight #stormers #Music

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*random clarinet squeak*

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Mood.

#Musicblr

showerthoughtsofficial

We are all probably a character in someone’s story they’ll tell to someone

#Story things

sisterofiris

A comforting thought

Five thousand years ago, the Sumerians called the night ngi, the stars mul, and the moon Nanna.

Four thousand years ago, the Akkadians called the night mūšu, the stars kakkabū, and the moon Sîn.

Three thousand years ago, the Hittites called the night išpanza, the stars haštereš, and the moon Arma.

Two and a half thousand years ago, the Greeks called the night nux, the stars astra, and the moon Selênê.

Two thousand years ago, the Romans called the night nox, the stars stellae, and the moon Luna.

Kings and queens and heroes looked up at them. So did travelers coming home, and little children who sneaked out of bed. So did slaves, and mothers and soldiers and old shepherds, and Sappho and Muršili and Enheduanna and Socrates and Hatshepsut and Cyrus and Cicero. In this darkness it didn’t matter who they were, or where they stood. Only that they were human.

Think of that tonight, when you close your window. You are not alone. You share this night sky with centuries of dreamers and stargazers, and people who longed for quiet. Are you anxious? The Hittites were too: they called it pittuliyaš. Does your heart ache? The Greeks felt it too: they called it akhos. Those who look up to the stars for comfort are a family, and you belong to them. Your ancestors have stood under Nanna, Sîn, Arma, Selênê and Luna for five thousand years. Now its light is yours.

May it soothe you well.

#Moon things #La luna #MY HEART

electricsexdoll

I’m such a “Look at the moon!” person.

#I mean me

theredpelican

listen i might be drunk but im right. art & literature & nature & music make life worth living. people who look like they were ripped out of a caravaggio painting make life worth living. go organize a bacchanal in the woods. take pics of your lover in your hotel room in venice. who cares if there’s a void in your soul. who cares if you can’t get attached to anyone. neither can michelangelo’s david.

#Mood