𝒯𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒’𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈...🌹

me: :(

nature:

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me: :’)

Daughters of the Dust (Julie Dash, 1991)

by BIBBY&co

floral illustrations of the seasons, margaret lace roscoe, 1829, “spring”

source: archive.org 

“(…) She is burning down. As a house might. As a candle will. She is ash and tallow. It is over.”

— Eavan Boland, from The Death Of Reason “In A Time Of Violence”

“Maybe you have seen the shape of a tree shimmer and fly apart as a flock of birds. Maybe you have heard birds awaken a landscape into a dream. Maybe for you it became a way of knowing how the notes in their throats pulse an afternoon, measure distance, reveal a hidden grid of a thousand kingdoms calling, responding. If you have seen a sudden meteor streak the night too brief for wishes then you know the way the sky can surprise.”

— Amy Sage Webb Baza, from “Epistemology,” 18 December 2020

luisa beccaria | milan spring ‘16

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