“Memory Is A Cruel Mistress With Whom We All Must Learn To Dance.”

𝚁𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 [𝟷𝟾𝟼𝟷-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟷] 

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“The dreamy air is full, and overflows / With tender memories (…)”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from The Poet’s Calendar; “October,” 

“—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.”

— John Keats, excerpt of “Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art”, in John Keats: The Complete Poems

John Keats, from “Ode to a Nightingale” (1819)

““She likes to dream that she’s the queen and that when the rest are dead there’ll be no one who can order her to do anything. She said, dear, that she’d burn down the whole place, burn down Gormenghast when she was the ruler and she’d live on her own, and I said she was wicked, and she said that everyone was – everyone and everything except rivers, clouds, and some rabbits. She makes me frightened sometimes.””

— Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan (via thinkofanime)

“(…) I am thirsty for the spring in the valley As for a kiss ungiven and long desired.”

— Sara Teasdale, from Places in “The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale”

🍂Autumn Space 🍂 gifs made by me :)

Morning by a small pond.

“She exists as in dreams. She has no sense of reality. She gets nervous because people are always interrupting her daydreams.”

— Clarice Lispector, from Selected Cronicas: The Egg And The Chicken

𝒯𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒’𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈...🌹