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“October was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths.”
— L.M. Montgomery, from Anne Of Green Gables
nostalgia
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
North by Northwest (1959)
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[5/8] JAPANESE GODS AND GODDESSES | AME NO UZUME
Ame no Uzume [天鈿女命] is the goddess of dawn, mirth and revelry in the Shinto religion of Japan. She famously relates to the tale of the missing sun deity, Amaterasu.
Amaterasu’s brother, the storm god Susanoo, had vandalized her rice fields, threw a flayed horse at her loom, and brutally killed one of her maidens due to a quarrel between them. In turn, Amaterasu became furious with him and retreated into the Heavenly Rock Cave, Amano-Iwato. The world, without the illumination of the sun, became dark and the gods could not lure Amaterasu out of her hiding place.
It was then that the clever Uzume overturned a tub near the cave entrance and began a dance on it, tearing off her clothing in front of the other deities. They considered this so comical that they laughed heartily at the sight. Amaterasu heard them, and peered out to see what all the fuss was about. When she opened the cave, she saw her glorious reflection in a mirror which Uzume had placed on a tree, and slowly emerged from her hiding spot. At that moment, the god Ame no Tajikarawo dashed forth and closed the cave behind her, refusing to budge so that she could no longer retreat. Another god tied a magic straw rope across the entrance. Other deities then asked Amaterasu to rejoin the divine. She agreed, and light was restored to the earth.
Ocean and rocks looking like clouds and mountains / By Frederick Judd Waugh (1861-1940)
Virginia Woolf, from Blue & Green in “Monday Or Tuesday: Eight Stories”
Van Gogh, Monet, Waugh, Degas; pastel touch.
well i guess it's just me and my unconditional love for the moon against the world
“before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.
if you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”
- Soledad Francis
“beauty is terror. whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
The Secret History - Donna Tartt
hyewon details 🌱
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“(…) I am thirsty for the spring in the valley As for a kiss ungiven and long desired.”
— Sara Teasdale, from Places in “The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale”
“There was no warning about how painful it was to tell a star of its own ending, (…)”
— Nikita Gill, from What It Means To Be A Forgotten Magic Maker in “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons From Myths And Monsters”
“The snow has quietness in it; no songs,”
— Anne Sexton, from Letter Written During A January Northeaster in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”
(…) a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.
Bram Stoker, from Dracula (via adrasteiax)
Finland
taramilktea
Bee Embossing Rolling Pin from PippaWoodCraft
Jonathan Simkhai Spring 2020.
from the for love & lemons’ rtw summer 2o18 collection.
https://instagram.com/p/8bTR5LK3sq/
“she rises like the blood moon in a sky of a thousand stars bursting.”
— Nikita Gill, from Athena Rises in “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons From Myths And Monsters”
“Once is enough. Once is enough to say goodbye on earth. And to grieve, that too, of course. Once is enough to say goodbye forever.”
— Louise Glück, from Lament in “Poems 1962-2012″
“Bambi” by LizzieMorrison | Redbubble