Salma Deera, Letters from Medea
"A girl reading in a hammock" by Dutch painter Robert Archibald Graafland (1875-1940), 1910, oil on canvas
I wonder whether artists realize they themselves are a form of art
POV: You spend the summer at Francis Abernathy's country house with Henry, Charles, Camilla, Richard, Bunny and Francis
arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking
Going to a library with someone you love and sitting in a corner with your head propped up on their shoulder while you both are reading books in peace and calm is the most intimately wholesome thing ever.
siir-poesia
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
