“Small delights – a clear winter sunset through the natural iron grillwork of black trees, a street lamp shining through ice-encased branches, blue sky glittering, and sun on ice-crusted snow. Loveliness, loveliness.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Rest In Peace, Betty White (January 17, 1922 - December 31st, 2021).
Thank you for the laughs.
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
my daydreams lie buried in autumn leaves
All time ever does is pass
and all you ever do is remember.
― Louise Glück, October
Alois Hans Schramm - Arkadien (detail)
A Tribute to the Unspoken, The Beginning
Autumn Moon by Nansei Sakagami
painting