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Sappho, from a poem titled "Sleep, Darling,," featured in Love Poems by Women: An anthology of Poems
May I always remain the person who stops to say ‘hi’ to all the stray cats, collects random trinkets, pauses to admire sunsets, picks wildflowers, and who doesn't mind being a little weird & whimsical and never loses her sense of wonder.
A Bosnian soldier inside the badly damaged Koski Mehmed-Pasha Mosque.
June 1992, Mostar
I like mine possessive and will do anything to baby me
Collect small astonishments. The first tomato of summer. A dog dreaming in its sleep. Someone laughing before they finish the joke. The moon arriving before the sun has quite departed. We keep waiting for life to announce itself with trumpets, but it has always preferred quieter instruments.
go ahead ig.
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i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp
from "Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932"
Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933
im so sick of people saying that water doesn't taste of anything. like yes?? it does??
If the world was ending you’d come over, right?