don´t forget aurora

im Wohnzimmer pocht das Leben//es ist zum Ball geladen//die Tafel ist reichlich gedeckt//in der Ecke steht der Lesesessel//im Regal sind alle Geschichten//unsortiert//nimm dir Zeit//komm und tanz mit mir

[faustique]

there's a special place in my heart for people who made an effort to be my friend regardless of how quiet or distant i can get at times

[adrasteiax]

“I used to sit there pulling arrows out of my heart.”

— Louise Glück, from Fugue in “Poems 1962-2012″

[mournfulroses]

Paul Verlaine, from a poem titled "Lover's Chat", featured in 100 and One Poems by Paul Verlaine

[stuckinapril]

I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.

[valtsv]

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

[valtsv]

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

[die-rosastrasse]

I finally organized my pressed flowers and was able to finish last year's herbarium! 🌷

[enchantedbook]

John Anster Fitzgerald - Fairies Looking Through A Gothic Arch (c.1864).

[sustancy]

[blooming-lenses]

doubles and singles 2026/05/23

[expressions-of-nature]

by Anita Austvika

[mournfulroses]

Anne Sexton, from a poem titled "Loving The Killer," featured in The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton

[nobrashfestivity]

Louise Bourgeois

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[intotheundergrowth]

[rosieandthemoon]

vintage keepsake album

[rosieandthemoon]

The Conservatory at Casa Loma in Toronto, Canada

[thememedaddy]

[antigonick]

“There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape.”

— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein