Making a big beautiful breakfast is the most important act of love
Garden with Courting Couples: Square Saint-Pierre, Trees and Undergrowth, Autumn Garden, and Boulevard de Clichy, by Vincent Van Gogh, 1887 / "Last Kiss" by Taylor Swift
I hope my mom heals from the things she doesn’t talk about
“As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music. And, as you read and re-read, the book of course participates in the creation of you, your thoughts and feelings, the size and temper of your soul.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin
“I know how unqualified I am to attempt my own translation — I hold no doctorate, no professorship, no permission-slip at all — I am merely a woman who loves this poem. The task of translation itself, however, does not feel unfamiliar to me, not only due to translating my own poems, but because the process feels so close to homemaking. In Italian, the word stanza means ‘room’. If there are times when I feel ill-equipped and daunted by the expertise of those who have walked these rooms before me, I reassure myself that I am simply homemaking, and this thought steadies, because tending to a room is a form of labour I know that I can attempt as well as anyone.”
— Doireann Ní Ghríofa, A Ghost in the Throat
you’re who i stay up for. dog-tired, almost-dreaming when i close my eyes - and i still stay up just to keep talking. you wind up in my dreams because i’m not done thinking about you even while i’m asleep. i sit in class and realize: oh shit, not again, i’ve been thinking about you instead of listening. you make me feel like a wet road all lit up in neon lights. you make me feel like a warm fog. you make me feel like june. god. i hope i’m a fraction of this to you.
“It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.”
— Sarah Kay, from ‘Winter Without You’ (via soracities)
— Virginia Woolf, from “To The Lighthouse,” originally published in 1927
every 1 is honestly beautiful and tragic like sometimes i can't look people in the eye because im like i know something is making you deeply irreversibly sad and you're just here talking to me about the weather and im going to let you
