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And a flower bloomed. A light, rosy flower with the fragrance of God. The morning was clear like some freshly washed thing.

Clarice Lispector, from Complete Stories "Where Were You at Night"

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“To love is to find pleasure in the happiness of others.”

— Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, Confessio Philosophi

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Simon Alexandre-Clement Denis, Study of Clouds with a Sunset near Rome (detail), 1786

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jenny holzer

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Three swans. Pen and pencil. 1858. Border detail.

Internet Archive

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im on tumblr bc im a romantic this energy doesnt exist on any other platform

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being mutuals isn’t enough we need to eat breakfast in the garden together

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“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.” –  Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)

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Eva Ibbotson, from “A Company of Swans”