Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea”
[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]
Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"
morning textures
2024 is all about being cozy and saying i love you whenever it crawls to the tip of my tongue
The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka
I am safe; it’s only change.
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Mary Magdalene”
― Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These
Albert Camus, from “Notebooks” 1942-1951 (tr. by Justin O'Brien)
Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)
[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Aurora Leigh
Objects found lying around my house
Fleabag
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
mirror palais' "medici bustier" in pearl .
Twigs via her instagram
Dancers by Franz von Stuck (1896)
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
