details are reflections of quality

[quotemadness]

You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

Haruki Murakami

[cache-e]

“She grew into a forest, she could not be found.”

Cynthia Dewi Oka, from “Siege: In Response to the Man Who Asked Me, “Where Is the Courage in Your Poetry?”

[underthefeather]

by my_tiny_jungalow

[metamorphesque]

Blossoms at night, and the faces of people moved by music.

Blossoms at Night, Kobayashi Issa ("The Spring of My Life: And Selected Haiku by Kobayashi Issa")

[kafkasapartment]

Neon Night Ikebana, Tokyo, 1961. William Klein. Gelatin silver print on baryta paper.

[petaltexturedskies]

And then the day faded. We were dreaming, waiting for night. Standing at the front door at twilight, watching the shadows lengthen.

Louise Glück, from "Midsummer" in Poems 1962-2012

[freshmoviequotes]

Miller's Girl (2024)

[lewerta]

When the moon peeped out briefly from behind the clouds.

Photo by Angelica Ramirez  

[petaltexturedskies]

she sought other lands, strange faces, forgetfulness, the unfamiliar, the fantasy and the fairy tale.

Anaïs Nin

[underthefeather]

I’m awake; I am in the world — I expect no further assurance.

from "Stars" by Louise Glück

[pleoros]

[ofallingstar]

Under the Blossoming Cherry Trees (1975)

[mournfulroses]

Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship or, The Book of Delights written in 1969

[feral-ballad]

I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.

Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries

[underthefeather]

things on my wall.

[lizormianillustration]

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

LizzieOrmian.redbubble.com

[metamorphesque]

Letters from the Stations of Childhood, Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)