—Mahmoud Darwish, from Who Am I, Without Exile?

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"My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”

― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

The difference between people is simple. Some see Medusa as the monster, others see Poseidon. Some see the Minotaur as the monster, others see Minos. It depends on who is telling the myth, and who is listening. Some prefer the obvious, others know the insidious speaks louder than most things.

~ Nikita Gill, Excerpts from Maidens, Myths and Monsters

Reading things slowly these days.

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Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets the light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream.

- Virginia Woolf.

the only drugs i do are melancholy and nostalgia

Olga

"And if a god will wreck me yet again on the wine-dark sea, I can bear that too, with a spirit tempered to endure."

- The Odyssey

Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems 1956-1968 / J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring / Plato / Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches / Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

—Dorothea Lasky, from Love Poem for Bathsheba

reading poetry is just a mix of thinking: “..wow” “.....oh” “.....okay” 

Follow me to the fairies and let's dance amongst the wild flowers

Dino Ahmetovic

“describe the best emotion with only pictures”

i adore cottagecore cozy aesthetics, they make you feel so warm, but my favourite thing is the smells they make you nostalgic for, fresh warm vanilla sponge, sweet sickly cinnamon, melted butter, i could and would go on but i feel that’d make me sound mental a bit. now we’re in december i have the excuse to bake as many pastries and sweet treats i like, not for me to eat oh no. but to flood the house with baking smells, just imagine sitting by the log fire (burning, to clarify) a steaming plate of cinnamon rolls on the coffee table a round ceramic mug in hand with the thickest richest hot cocoa and about a hundred mini marshmallows melting into it burning your hand ouch, your toes cushioned by ridiculously thick socks and the lights from the christmas tree bouncing off the blank tv, old christmas songs are playing and everyone around you is filled with joy and warmth, evident by their rosey red cheeks from the fire and to top it off an apple pie sitting in the oven filling the entire house with the trademark bakery scent i think (speaking for hopeless romantics only) we all adore. i know i ramble and perhaps i sound mad but these tiny moments fill me with serotonin .. a rare occurrence so i like to milk every last (sweet) drop of joy dry. so i hope everyone enjoys their advent chocolate, or whatever other treat you get.. happy 1st december <3

you start posting less photos on ig when you start looking like THAT girl in real

Walking past the university in Autumn, October 2021.

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Stacy

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