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“I feel frozen, standing, waiting for the lights to change. I hear nothing. I feel irrelevant. I feel dreamy. It is almost dream like, self created silence.”

— Daul Kim

𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚞, 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟾]

Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) dir. Quentin Tarantino

𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟹𝟶 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚒̈𝚜 𝙽𝚒𝚗, 𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟹-𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟽

Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire

John Keats, from “Ode to a Nightingale” (1819)

a bunny’s rainy day out

Teju Cole, interviewed by Aleksandar Hemon for Bomb Magazine

[Text ID: “What do I believe in? Imagination, gardens, science, poetry, love, and a variety of non-violent consolations. I suspect that in aggregate all this isn’t enough, but it’s where I am for now.“]

Anne Sexton, from “Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward”, Selected Poems

Art by Mindy Lee

“This is the nineteenth line of the poem. I am waiting for you to look at me. Sun bleaches the paper. Time slides through the flesh. Someone on the corner is imprinting the building with a kind of humanity just by touching it. We are often in mirrors and small in this suffering. This is never enough. And of course I’m still here waiting for you to look at me.”

— Alex Dimitrov, from “The Past Remembers You Differently,” Together and by Ourselves (via bloodroot-and-bliss)

“I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.”

— Sylvia Plath, from Elm (via nemophilies)

Giuseppe Ungaretti, from Last Choruses for the Promised Land: XVI (tr. by Patrick Creagh)

“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)

𝚁𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 [𝟷𝟾𝟼𝟷-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟷] 

[ID: Stars in their orbits, Moon sun and planets - END ID]

And so at last I climbed the honey tree, ate chunks of pure light, ate the bodies of bees that could not get out of my way, ate the dark hair of the leaves, the rippling bark, the heartwood. Such frenzy! But joy does that, I’m told, in the beginning. Later, maybe, I’ll come here only sometimes and with a middling hunger. But now I climb like snake, I clamber like a bear to the nuzzling place, to the light salvaged by the thighs of bees and racked up in the body of the tree. Oh, anyone can see how I love myself at last! how I love the world! climbing by day or night in the wind, in the leaves, kneeling at the secret rip, the cords of my body stretching and singing in the heaven of appetite.

The Honey Tree by Mary Oliver

“Little soul, you and I will become the memory of a memory of a memory. A horse released of the traces forgets the weight of the wagon.”

— Jane Hirshfield, “Harness,” published in Poetry (via bostonpoetryslam)

Details: Medusa, c.1618, by Peter Paul Rubens.

From Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (1869).

𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚟, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 (𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟾-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟶)

Flower Associations in Witchcraft

Written by Sacred Wicca

A

Abutilon - Meditation

Acacia - Secret love

Acanthis – Secret love

Acorn - Nordic symbol of life and immortality

Agapanthus – Love letter

Allium – Prosperity

Allspice - Compassion

Almond Blossoms – Indiscretion

Aloe – Grief

Alstroemeria – Devotion

Alyssum – Worth beyond beauty

Amaranth - Immortality

Amaryllis - Pride; Timidity

Ambrosia - Love returned

Anemone – Forsaken

Angelica – Inspiration

Aniseed - Restoration of youth

Arbutis - Only love

Apple – Temptation

Apple Blossom – Preference

Aster – Patience

Azalea - fragile passion

B

Baby’s Breath - Everlasting Love

Bachelor Button – Single blessedness

Basil – Hate

Bay Leaf – I change but in death

Begonia – Beware

Bellflower - Gratitude

Bells Of Ireland - Good luck

Bird Of Paradise – Magnificence

Bittersweet – Truth

Blackberry – Envy

Black-eyed Susan - Justice

Bluebell - Humility; constancy

Bougainvillea – Passion

Bouvardia – Enthusiasm

Broom - Humility

Borage - Courage

Bouquet of withered flowers - Rejected love

Burnet - A merry heart

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— J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Fellowship Of The Ring

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Dark Academia concept 

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“Bury your heart in some deep green hollow Or hide it up in a kind old tree; Better still, give it the swallow When she goes over the sea.”

— Charlotte Mew, from Saturday Market  

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