pulvis et umbra

what are you? to define is to limit

[academia-aesthetics]

I love melancholy and everything that crushes the soul

[elle8n]

This movie changed my live <3

[causeries-litteraires]

“Life can be magnificent and overwhelming — that is its whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would be almost easy to live.”

— Albert Camus, Review of Jean-Paul Sartre’s novel “La Nausée” for Alger-Républicain (1938)

[20thcenturystarlet]

New York City ballet production of Midsummer Nights Dream

[wetheurban]

Hold on to your softness.

[iusedtobecharming-deactivated20]

Thinking about the countless times art and music and cinema and literature have saved and comforted me during difficult times i really owe my happiness to everyone dedicated to their craft

[daugterofliterature]

drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there.

[nathanielthecurious]

there are lots of poems scratched on walls in pompeii but there’s also a graffito that just says “carmina non memini”, which is latin for “i don’t remember any poems”, and which is itself half a line of poetry

[fantomethread]

overlooking rome

[liesandnights]

To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in…. you are so worthy of love.

[ousia-poetica]

The first time I saw her, I would say she was a fragment of the moon, an arched and silent smile… “full of enchantment, alchemy and tenderness”. Art Jeremy Sams.

[deviika]

Allen Ginsberg // unknown

[de-morte]

Parliament/Budapest, Sketch by Channing H.M

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[deviika]

Alain de Botton // Jon Kabat-Zinn // unknown

[litterae-nimiam]

When Oscar Wilde wrote: "Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic". And then Kait Rokowski said:"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.". But also Donna Tartt wrote: "Death is the mother of beauty." and "Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.".

[werecat]

writing poetry is like *highly personalized metaphor* *nonsensical* *nonsensical* *string of words shaken out of a box* *reference* *nonsensical again*

[urnihilistrants]

oh to have a philosophical discussion with my partner under the stars, not knowing who is right, but embracing it anyway