It’s in everything we see.
It’s in the way the Sun rises and sets.
It’s in the way the Moon waxes and wanes.
It’s in the way the Ocean rises and falls.
It’s in the way the Earth gives and takes.
It’s ever present, and you can see it.
𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱
Oncle Yanco (Agnès Varda, 1967)
The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame (1908).
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
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– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: Would it be too childish of me to say : I want? But I do want, theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder.]
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage