[nixscriptum]

[nixscriptum]

[feral-ballad]

Kapka Kassabova, from Someone Else’s Life; “My mother’s plants”

[existential-celestial]

“Perhaps when all the world is bare And cruel winter holds the land, The Love that finds no place to hide Will run and catch my hand.”

— Sara Teasdale, from “Love In Autumn,” in Helen of Troy and Other Poems

[nevver]

Following the beginning, Elizabeth Shull

[eirene]

The Enchantress, 1925-1929

Rolf Armstrong

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Robert Hawcridge

[rosieandthemoon]

James McCarthy

[dailyclassicart]

Joseph Wright of Derby - "Vesuvius in eruption, viewed from Posillipo" (1789)

[sinwas]

Was your star next to mine ?

@skyrigel

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

George MacDonald, from “The Complete Poems & Fairytales,” wr. c. 1905

[glowpop]

did anybody actually like red white and royal blue or is everybody lying to me

[glowpop]

like i cannot believe people were like look at this diverse rom com! of two white men! where one is a white prince of BRITAIN and the SON OF THE UNITED STATES PRESIDENT

[thyming-deactivated20220220]

Sources: 🌿 🌿

[bbcumbercutey]

Dracula by The Northern Ballet, choreography by David Nixon

[jean-doe]

Britt Reagan

[apoemaday]

“Your children cut their hands...”

by Margaret Atwood

Your children cut their hands on glass by reaching through the mirror where the beloved one was hiding. You weren’t expecting this: you thought they wanted happiness, not laceration. You thought the happiness would appear simply, without effort or any kind of work, like a bird call or a pathside flower or a school of silvery fish but now they’ve cut themselves on love, and cry in secret, and your own hands go numb because there’s nothing you can do, because you didn’t tell them not to because you didn’t think you needed to and now there’s all this broken glass and your children stand red-handed still clutching at moons and echoes and emptiness and shadow, the way you did.

[cruellesummer]

are there still beautiful things?