“This August day, reader, is a rose window glowing with heat. I make you a gift of it, it is yours. One o'clock. I am going back to the village for lunch. Strong with the silence of the pines and the chestnut trees. I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.”
— Violette LeDuc, La Bâtarde (via nemophilies)
Giuseppe Ungaretti, from Last Choruses for the Promised Land: XVI (tr. by Patrick Creagh)
Art of “ J u d i t h ”
“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
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May your autumn be cozy, refreshing, and full of love.
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𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚞, 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟾]
Cosmic witch
“Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.”
— Kate Morton, from The Forgotten Garden
ME SIENTO TRANQUILA CUANDO ESTOY EN EL MAR
well i guess it's just me and my unconditional love for the moon against the world
Peace like a river snowfall ~ Eileen Kitayama 2018