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Hold, the bulb whispers to itself, biding beneath the earth. There will be a day for me. The fields will clear and then I can grow as I know I can, let loose all this green kept shuttered in the seed. When the other roots make room for me. When the wind wanders calm. When the soil is soft, weathered down the rocks and frost with spring-melt. Stay your stem. Wait, it whispers and whimpers and wails– wait– til the winter has fallen back and round again, and patient, polite, withered, it waits.

when emily dickinson wrote "spring is a happiness so beautiful, so unique, so unexpected, that i don’t know what to do with my heart" and anaïs nin "to feel the spring, to renew my love affair with the world." and sylvia plath "cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul" and rainer maria rilke "it is spring again. the earth is like a child that knows poems by heart." and fyodor dostoevsky "and now it’s spring, so my ideas are always so nice, sharp, inventive, and the dreams i have are tender; everything is rose-coloured"

The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood founded in 1848 by seven young artists who banded together against what they felt was an artificial and mannered approach to painting taught at London’s Royal Academy of Arts. Inspired by the theories of John Ruskin, who urged artists to ‘go to nature’, they believed in an art of serious subjects treated with maximum realism. Their principal themes were initially religious, but their later works largely focus on medieval subjects from literature and poetry privileging atmosphere and mood over narrative. Althought disolved in the 1850s, the movement gain a lot of attention and many followers continued to paint in their style. - Mysterious Art Century Instagram - Facebook - Twitter - Pinterest - Shop

(details.) “Dancing Fairies,” by August Malmström, 1866.

I literally need to go to a museum and look at the how thick the layers of paint are for an hour. I need to look at brushstrokes

Alice Notley, In The Pines

Sylvia Plath, Lesbos

Mitski, Nobody

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

E.E. Cummings, I Carry Your Heart with Me

Lucille Clifton, Mother-Tongue: After The Flood

Robert Lax

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Vi Khi Nao, Fish in Exile

Aurora, Exist For Love

Margaret Atwood, Late Poems

repetition in poetry // part iv

(part i) (part ii) (part iii)

I had a dream that the new Meme was ultralight camping elitism and all you do is post pictures of bare-minimum camping setups and talk about how cool you are for being able to survive in that

I just remembered this and I want to share it with all my new followers

solitude

— John Burroughs (via lonequixote)

cousin greg is the type of guy to swallow a wedge of cheese whole and become triangle shaped

adrienne rich, of women born: motherhood as experience and institution / alexandra levasseur - body of land collection, 2015 / ana teresa barboza - bordados collection, 2004 / margaret atwood, “europe on $5 a day” / tracey emin - it was all too much, 2018 / clarice lispector, a breath of life / gérard lartigue- femme bougie, 2018 / jenefer schute, life-size / louise bourgeois - i DISTANCE myself from myself, 2010 / wayne koestenbaum, “figure” / henrik uldalen - caries and surge, 2017 / andrés cerpa, “the vault” / jennifer’s body (2009) / enrico robusti- food, sex, & irony collection, 2014 / sylvia plath, the bell jar

i distance myself from myself

Women who are beyond done with all of this shit.

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When I look at this I feel like it should be something from 100 years ago but this is really going on right now

mary oliver - august / car seat headrest - vincent / vincent van gogh - sorrowing old man (at eternity's gate)

via yumi sakugawa

A.F. Vandevorst installation for Arnhem Mode Biennale 2011

“A girl sleeping in a hospital bed in her A.F. Vandevorst dress. But here, the girl as well as the mattress and pillow are made out of candle wax. Once lit, what starts as a perfect image will slowly melt and perish during the biennale.”

— Sylvia Plath (via lonequixote)