[vivamusatque]

non tibi nascenti primis, mea vita, diebus

candidus argutum sternuit omen Amor?

haec tibi contulerunt caelestia munera divi.

When you were born, my love, in your first days,

did bright Love not sneeze a melodius omen?

The gods bestowed these heavenly gifts unto you.

Propertius 2.3.23-5

[shisasan]

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟷𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

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some of my favorite tiny love stories

[academia--nut]

these are so beautiful

[vivamusatque]

Café après la rupture

Il était ami amour amant

           amant amour ami

           amour ami amant

           amour d’auparavant.

On se regardait.

Un cri qui se perdait dans un vent

Terrible et malheureux

Malentendu, pour la dernière fois

Malentendu, comme jamais avant

Rythmait l’abîme entre nous

Rimé avec ce malheur imprévu -

à quoi, ça ?

Un dernier long regard à l’homme si bien connu

Un dernier au revoir à un amour si fort vécu

Je détourne les yeux de l’étranger qu’il est devenu

Et laisse les sanglots m’engloutir, sanglots tous sourdus.

Ça rime à quoi, ça ?

Maintenant que tout, tout est perdu.

 Ava Wilson, savon liquide pour les mains

[inthearmsof]

Musée la Piscine, Roubaix, 2019

[vivamusatque]

Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss  (Antonio Canova, 1793)

The Louvre Museum, Paris

In unsettling times such as these, it can be helpful to reconnect with the people, the places, and the artworks that are important to us. Canova’s representation of Cupid and Psyche is among my favourite sculptures, and the myth itself one of my favourite classical tales. He skillfully captures tenderness, longing, and love, and preserves an infinite delicacy in enduring stone.

I took this photo almost two years ago, when I was 18 and on holiday with a close friend. I see it and think of warm summer days in Paris, spent along the river and strolling in gardens, and the unbridled freedom and hope of a youthful heart.