mes amis, mon amour

hi im annie

[m-era-luna]

Linda Goodman’s Love Signs

Tag your sun sign!

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[rollingstoneboycomplex]

when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me

[sopherzzzz]

“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness of the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp… I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else–and i will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

Lemony Snicket The Beatrice Letters

[goldenprairies]

all that remains of a former ghost town in southern manitoba. 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I longed, and my longing became a dream.

Li Po, tr. by Burton Watson, from “Farewell to Those I Leave Behind,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[organicst-blog]

[malnedott]

white peach palette 🍑

[mauriacs]

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.”

archive moodboard ↳ for @mezihvezdne

[martyrsuggestion]

thick honey, and molasses sun. slow days, sweet music in the afternoon, sweet love too.

[vindictive-suggestion]

Tart blackberries, and orange slice sunset. Summer days, dance parties in the afternoon, wild love too.

[caarmine]

Savory blueberries, and powered sugar twilight. Chilly days, poetry jams in the afternoon, tender love too.

[youdhavetobehalfmadtodreameup]

Strawberry soya milk, and bruised, lethargic dusk. Pouring days, quiet eyes waltzing on people in the afternoon, quiet love too.

[amadryades]

Ripe figs, vines heavy with scintillating jewels. Hypnotic days, honeyed afternoons, bees buzzing away the silence, and honeyed love too. 

[heavenfay-deactivated20181211]

Orange rinds boiling on the stove, golden pie hour. Dreamy days, jazz on vinyl in the afternoon, such true love, too.

[pou-voir]

Papaya plates, and the orange warmth of a seedless morning sky. Warm blanket days, slow dancing in the afternoon, and this soft love too. 

[moonsongpink]

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

“I touch her arm, the soft skin at the inside of her wrist, and I bring her arm toward me and I kiss her palm, the inside of her wrist, the soft place. The plates are moving under us, the continents and seas.”

– Kevin Canty, from “In the Burn,” Where the Money Went: Stories (Vintage, 2009)

[rawritsnikky]

“She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out.”

— Tammara Webber, Where You Are (via quote that)

[minima--moralia]

And I, within my slumber’s blueness, / confused reality with dream.

Vladimir Nabokov, in an excerpt from Dream, featured in Collected Poems (via tat-art)

[koyla-archived-deactivated18112]

apple blossom, nicolae grigorescu

[semioticapocalypse]

[howtoseewithoutacamera]

by Elliott Erwitt

Moscow, 1968

[quitinete]

[barcarole]

Pushkin, St. Petersburg, 1989. Photos by Inge Morath.