I Suffered, I Was There.

She mistrusted reality. She understood infinity. She was weeping, weeping whole seas.

César Vallejo, tr. by Robert Bly, from “At the Border of a Flowering Grave,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

“I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “True Encounter,”

In rural Scotland you will stumble upon isolated houses in the most breathtaking locations and I entertain myself by making up stories about what the lives of the people inside are like. E.g. Byron and Mary live in that house with a Jack Russell named Rufus. Mary makes the sweetest blackcurrant pie and Byron takes his boat out nightly to placate the loch monsters with said blackcurrant pie. Loch monsters love pie, if you didn’t know. Rufus warns the couple of the land creatures that creep in the fog of the night. They live in contented (albeit occasionally chaotic) symbiosis with the cryptids.

understanding yourself is power.

Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Vue sur la mer à Tahiti [View of the Sea, Tahiti], 1930. Pen and India ink on paper, 25.1 x 32.6 cm.

Wildflowers by Graham Spencer // Mines of the West

“She was intelligent, and intelligent women mixed literature and poetry with love,”

— Anaïs Nin, from “Delta Of Venus,” originally published c. August 1977

Lately I’ve been getting most of my pep talks from Mister Rogers.