[weirdyearbook]

“But now I must confront my buried self.“  From Eastern Mennonite College’s 1966 yearbook.

[nutnoce]

@shealwaysreads

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[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

[444hour]

[hungryfictions]

sandra cisneros, the house on mango street / tatyana nilovna yablonskaya - morning, 1954 / anatoly levitin- warm day, 1957 / harry sutton palmer - a cottage garden, 20th c. / phoebe bridgers, i know the end / sarah abraham - one fine morning, 2013 / theo gosselin - denver morning 5, 2015 / gaston bachelard, the poetics of space / federico zandomeneghi - in bed, 1878 / laura ingalls wilder /colley wisson- morning light kyneton australia, 21st c. / @gabi_wahl on instagram / lauren jolly roberts - cecile’s garden, 2006 / maya angelou, all god’s children need traveling shoes

[vhspositive]

[mournfulroses]

George Herbert, from Enlightened Heart: An Anthology; “Prayer,”

[naturcs]

[demiiwhiffin]

this is old i forgot to post it at the time !!!

[weltenwellen]

“Now is the time to get serious about living your ideals. How long can you afford to put off who you really want to be?”

— Epictetus, The Art of Living

[hopepunk-humanity]

“I’m almost 50, and here is the best thing I have learned so far: every strange thing you’ve ever been into, every failed hobby or forgotten instrument, everything you have ever learned will come back to you, will serve you when you need it. No love, however brief, is wasted.” @louisethebaker on Twitter

[lifeinpoetry]

“Not the weight of the body but the fact of the body. Not the shape of the body but the needs of the body. How inconvenient to be made of desire. Even now, want rises up in me like a hot oil. I want so much that it scares me. I don’t know what I’m made of; I wish I did. That I could gut myself like a fish or a fruit.”

— Larissa Pham, from “Abject Permanence,” published in Unruly Bodies

[samuelmrtn]

[anisadzh1]

[demiiwhiffin]

please + thank you

[propertiesofjoy]

rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet