“Et In Arcadia Ego”
“Et in Arcadia ego”
(Even in Arcadia, there am I)
I will tear my heart out; before this cathedral of flesh lets me go
The pink ribbon scars remain, delicate inscriptions of things I never dared say aloud
I have bled in silence, tried to scour regret with ritual and rainwater… but it clings, a second skin, soft as memory, heavy as guilt
My angel wings; once alabaster, now bound in velvet chains; a slow suffocation beneath borrowed holiness
They ache when the wind moves.
They remember flight.
My belly burns with the echo of choices, each one a blade turned inward, an inheritance of fire
There is no absolution here; only the architecture of longing, and the dust that gathers in the mouths of the dead.
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When I see them, I can only think about Van Gogh’s Almond Blossom if they were painted seasonally.
[Darjeeling’23, seasonal hue of Autumn and Spring]
— natalie díaz, from “american arithmetic”, postcolonial love poem (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
2 mins because he knew I would cry for an hour out of joy. I am grateful for everything in my life right now♥️🧿
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— Rudy Francisco
Sometimes you meet someone, and it's so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you're in love or creating things toget her or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It's so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you're supposed to be doing, that this is what you're for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life.l don't know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something
“I love lilies. Blue lilies but they are so hard to find…”
Were the words that he told me the moment I asked him what he adores the most. It took me a while to make his vision my reality and I am so happy how it turned out.
I know his admiration and love for Vincent Van Gogh, and how he collects every little piece that he finds that resonates with the artist. Because of his biased nature for Vincent’s aesthetics and of course his love for lilies, I crocheted Starry Night themed lily bouquet for him, with two sunflowers that resonates the moon and frame of the painting.
I know he will love this more than anything and I hope to make him smile just the way he will when see these flowers I made for him.
Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to David Gurewitsch featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940
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They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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