pretty day in paris
Reflections in a winter lake oil on canvas, 100 × 90 cm Gustaf Fjæstad
“I loved him: for that flattering light in which he saw me, for the person I was when I was with him, for what it was he allowed me to be.”
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
Little Ginkgo studies: Embroidered artwork by Meredith Woolnough
June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past.
Ray Bradbury, dandelion wine
i loooove the turning of the seasons i complain about hot weather because well i dont feel so good when it's hot outside but the beauty of late august into september cannot be denied and this time of letting go of summer and anticipating autumn is so unique and special. my opinion
it's the awareness that the summer is fleeting and must be savored paired with the excitement for what comes next. oh it's beautiful
Winter is here, so it's time to light candles and study in bed and complain about the weather. I'm trying my best to learn all the things I have doubts about, but it's a long list.
I’m so tired I can’t even be excited about this chapter on romantic metapoetry.
“In memorizing the poems I loved, I “ate” them in a way. I breathed as the poet breathed to recite the words: someone else’s suffering and passion enters your body to transform you, partly by joining you to others in a saving circle.”
— Mary Karr, ‘Facing Altars: Poetry and Prayer’
Pompeii . Warm, hot and cold baths.
The thermal baths was "The people's Palace" in Ancient Rome.
Photo: Laura Novieillo
When a physicist falls in love :)
Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.
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This is the transhumanist horror story I want to read
