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Dreams will find their dreamers and all a dreamer has to do is remember.

Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Sinan Antoon, from “In The Presence of Absence,” (via paper-fairy)

dancing in the mushroom circle

“[That] there were sunsets every day, that we weren’t meant to be coffined and buried whilst all the time still living, that nothing of the dark was so enormous that never could we surmount it, that always there were new chapters, that we must let go the old, open ourselves to symbolism, to the most unexpected of interpretations, that we must too, uncover what we’ve kept hidden, what we think we might have lost.”

— Anna Burns, from Milkman (via firstfullmoon)

“I prefer to express myself metaphorically. Let me stress: metaphorically, not symbolically. A symbol contains within itself a definite meaning, certain intellectual formula, while metaphor is an image. An image possessing the same distinguishing features as the world it represents. An image — as opposed to a symbol — is indefinite in meaning. One cannot speak of the infinite world by applying tools that are definite and finite. We can analyse the formula that constitutes a symbol, while metaphor is a being-within-itself, it’s a monomial. It falls apart at any attempt of touching it.”

— Andrei Tarkovsky

“(…) 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”

““She likes to dream that she’s the queen and that when the rest are dead there’ll be no one who can order her to do anything. She said, dear, that she’d burn down the whole place, burn down Gormenghast when she was the ruler and she’d live on her own, and I said she was wicked, and she said that everyone was – everyone and everything except rivers, clouds, and some rabbits. She makes me frightened sometimes.””

— Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan (via thinkofanime)

collective individuals

“Flesh, Marble, Flower, Venus, it’s you I believe in.”

— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Letters; “The Blacksmith,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

just like ― 情熱 ♥︎

just like ― 情熱 ♥︎

just like ― 情熱 ♥︎

A very comfy spot

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shes so me

~ ♡ our soft little boy; Moomintroll ♡ ~

Phoebe Wahl

witches in old fairytales had the right idea. living alone, unmarried, in the middle of the woods, and if a hero stumbled across their cottage they’re like “maybe I’ll give you a magical token to help you out. maybe I’ll fuck up your entire life. depends :)”

Sway

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May your autumn be cozy, refreshing, and full of love.

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“How I linger to admire, admire, admire the things of this world that are kind, and maybe also troubled— roses in the wind, the sea geese on the steep waves, a love to which there is no reply?”

— Mary Oliver, from Heavy in “Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver”

moon song - phoebe bridgers // egon schiele, the mountain goats, @mountainqoats // great expectations - charles dickens // the seven husbands of evelyn hugo - taylor jenkins reid // no children - the mountain goats // portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // christina rossetti // pablo neruda // unknown source // we have not long to love - tennessee williams 

A/n: And it’s Ravenclaw’s turn! I will be honest here this is not my go to Ravenclaw aesthetic i would go more minimal normally but i decided to do step out of my comfort zone. Hopefully you will like that Ravens!💙💫

♡∞+ﾟ*:༺ stem student who loves to read ༻:*+ﾟ∞♡

“[The sea] says nothing, explains nothing, teaches no lesson. And still it is a good idea to lend an ear. Listening to this empty noise is nothing but living, staying within ourselves…”

— Jean-Michel Maulpoix, “They look at blue but will never know how to say it”, A Matter of Blue: Poems (trans. Dawn M. Cornelio)

“(…) sudden October, the leaves burning,”

— Marie Howe, from Apology in “The Good Thief”

“O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go.”

— Robert Frost, from October in “The Poetry Of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems”