"In the strange anomaly of my existence, feelings with me had never been of the heart, and my passions always were of the mind."
Edgar Allan Poe, Berenice
language is literally so beautiful like in english "i miss you" comes from being unable to locate someone in the field after battle, it's "i look for you but i can't find you" but the french "tu me manques" is also about absence but it's not something i do, it's something that happens to me, as in "you are something essential lacking inside me", in portuguese it's either "sinto a tua falta" as in "i feel your absence" or, from solitude you get "saudade de você" as in "i am lonely [of] you", and in spanish the word comes from stranger and it's something one does, "te extraño" as in "i am making a stranger out of you", and, and, and
they should invent a sunday that doesn’t have a monday right after it
Later.
☀️ pictures are my own, please, don't use without credit
Me flirting: You wanna watch lord of the rings:*seductive voice*extended edition
“I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love.”
— Anna Akhmatova, The Akhmatova Journals, Vol. 1 (via virginals)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
annotating my books gives me a unique sort of literary validation i don't think we as a society talk enough about. like here is my favorite book i annotated staying up for days and nights. here, my words are attached with the writers forever on these pages now and i think that's just so beautiful
..."sometimes the traviamento turns out to be the right way"...
🌿 the two non-movie pictures are my own, please, don't use without credit
Its been raining most of summer...that means picking up snails that have wandered too far, and put them on plants
Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.
Vincent van Gogh, from ‘The Letters of Vincent van Gogh’ — Theo van Gogh - 21st July 1882, tr. Arnold Pomerans
Walk with me through the garden. Värmland, Sweden (August 6, 2023).
““You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth.””
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
Source: sadnature
i love you moss i love you lichen i love you mushrooms i love you grass i love you trees i love you shrubs i love you forests
I have romanticized my life to such an extreme point, I feel like I'm living in some sort of unattainable fairytale. It's blissful and full of wonders, but I sometimes experience loneliness, being so away from the world of other people, feeling like they don't want to open up and show any sign of excitement, of love. I live in a perfect bubble that is pink and heart-shaped and I'm fine with it. I'm constantly surprised that people aren't falling to their knees and screaming with joy at every flower, tree, poem, painting, the way the golden sunrays light up the forest, the colors of the clouds, the sounds of summer evening. And honestly, why don't you? What's in your world that's so powerful, it made you indifferent to the beautiful things that surround you all the time? If your reality means any less delight, any less everyday ecstasies, I'm choosing my handmade fairytale and I'm going to live in it until I die with hymns on my lips.
