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Fortuna

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shitposting • !warning! some dark themes • poetry

You breathe life into me. When your body warms me when we are pressed against each other, when you make me laugh uncontrollably, when you put care into a loving meal for me, when you just look into my eyes. You make me feel whole. You are my everything, my home.

-Fortuna

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runby2

in recent events of that zoo losing the clouded leopard, it reminded me of the time i went to a large petting zoo and there was a free roaming little black sheep. cutest little guy i ever saw, soi went to the zookeeper nearby and said ‘i think its really cute how you have a sheep thats allowed to just walk around. ‘ then the zookeepers eyes widened and he grabbed his walky talky and ran 

Some days I feel you more deeply in my soul. Those days I fly across the sky, and love you with my words, with my dreams, and with every imagination in me; a love so ethereal, so pure. Some days I feel you beat more incessantly in my skin, my lips throb, and my hands ache. Those days I want to love you with the poetry in my lips and the hunger in my hands, and quench the earthly, fever-pitched desire that you are in me.
e.v.e.
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adrasteiax
“the ghosts go in under the walnut trees older than anyone I remember they were standing there long before I was born and now as the daylight fills the hollow rows the old trees gather the shadow under themselves to guard all day for the dark queen”

— W.S. Merwin, from Morning Near The End Of May in “Garden Time"

THE BOTANICAL ATLAS by Daniel McAlpine (Edinburgh/NewYork: W. & A.K. Johnston/Century, 1883) Illustrated.

A Guide to the Practical study of plants containing representatives of the leading forms of plant life with explanatory letterpress [vol. 2]

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euesworld
"She's an angelic creature so divine that sunshine flows from her soul like a garden of stars.."

There's a few trillion constellations worth of light behind her smile - eUë

Sor Juana Works in the Garden - Margaret Atwood // Trust - Lucy Dacus // Potted Plants - Paul Cezanne // A Plant for Elizabeth - Robert Brackman // Flower Garden - Gustav Klimt // Plant Life - Owl City // The Wild Iris - Louise Glück // Summer Doorway with African Lilies - Phyllis Dodd // Woman Digging - Camille Pissarro // Candide - Voltaire // Garden Song - Phoebe Bridgers // Knife and Tomato I - Richard Diebenkorn

Grace, grace, grace. I wrote the word, over and over. I wrote other words such as peace, love, kindness, and happiness. I franticly scribbled them again and again in my notebook. Maybe if I wrote them enough times I’d believe them, maybe I wouldn’t feel ashamed anymore. Maybe flowers would grow from my body and I’d be able to finally breathe again. Maybe I wouldn’t blame myself, maybe I could finally give myself some grace.

- Fortuna