“People, The People We Really Love, Where Did They Come From? What Did We Do To Deserve Them?”

i think there will always be a part of you in whatever art i create. your essence will be in every poem i scribble on the last few pages of my notebook, on every page i type out on a word document and with every few strokes of paint that i line onto a canvas.

i will carry you with me forever, immortalising you in artwork, because isn't that what love really is? art.

Sapphic cottagecore 🌸✨💕 

“Sweet mother, I cannot weave –

slender Aphrodite has overcome me

with longing for a girl.”

-Sappho

#fuck I want this with my girlfriend

Let’s go on a date to the art museum and draw pictures of each other imitating a great artist’s style. At the end of the day, let’s go home and slow dance to our favourite music before cuddling on the couch and falling asleep

CATS IN ART / sketches from life by shen zhou (ca. 1427–1509) / relaxation (al istirkha’) by inji efflatoun (c. 1950s) / the cat talked by midori yamada (2011) / cats on a red cloth by franz marc (c. 1909–10) / sarcophagus of prince thutmose’s cat (ca. 1400 BCE) / contentment by henriette ronner-knip (1900) / sleeping cat by claude monet (1896) / mademoiselle julie manet with cat by auguste renoir (1887) / tomb of may (ca. 1500 BCE)

the holy trinity of the pieces with intimacy that make me feel more alive -

salman toor / holly warburton

god the loneliness of young adulthood is so real

my favorite part of loving someone is feeling the butterflies in my stomach dissolve. the anxiety and uncertainty eventually subsides and that person just feels like home

Mary Oliver, “Late Spring,” in Felicity

— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)