When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What’s heaven to a woman’s love anyway? What’s God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that’s a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone’s right about us and we’re sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what’s God to a woman’s love anyway? What has heaven got that I can’t find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?
5.23.21
reading and annotating mansfield park. it’s one of my favorite books, and one of my favorite austen novels (is that a controversial opinion?) anyway, bonus points to whoever can guess what inspired my bookmark!
Detail of “Primavera” by Italian Renaissance master Sandro Botticelli
(late 1470s / early 1480s)
Norwich - England (by Omar Parada)
‘you okay?’ nah dude i want to be mysterious and enigmatic but instead i'm weird and grotesque and i never shut up.
Through Cataclysm - Andreas Birath
“I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.”
— Ernest Hemingway
i know the mortifying ordeal of being known is real for too many of us, but consider this: someone saw you once and loved your hairstyle. someone loves your laugh, how you scrunch your nose when you find something funny. your birthday could be an old friend’s password. that one song you recommended to your crush a couple summers back could still be their favorite. you are in other people’s birthday party photos. someone could’ve fallen in love with you on public transportation. our lives intertwine beautifully and you, dear human, are a little piece of other people’s fond, lovely memories. part of the ordeal of being known implies the ordeal of being loved.
Café Kiss and Tell Me More by Ron Hicks
Chunky flakes