“—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
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“Everything about her is living poetry.”
— Six Word Story #55 by absentions
“Be nice to yourself. It’s hard to be happy when someone is being mean to you all the time.”
— Christine Arylo
Soft sunshower moodboard 🌧
tea + knitted cardigans
how to live like a fairy:
- grow flowers, walk and dig in the soil
- eat wild strawberries and blueberries, have fruit picnics
- dance your heart away while the moon is shining upon you
- drink water infused with lavender and honey
- collect things that call to you, let them whisper their secrets and long history to you
The old grieving autumn goes on calling to its summer the valley is calling to other valleys beyond the ridge each star is roaring alone into darkness there is not a sound in the whole night
W.S. Merwin, from Lights Out in “The Shadow of Sirius” (via adrasteiax)