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metamorphesque · 2 days ago
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— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.]
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desology · a day ago
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Dutch Merchant, Ships in a Storm, by Ludolf Bakhuizen (1670)
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daughterofliterature · a day ago
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— Ernest Hemingway
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thewildetyme · 2 days ago
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theviralwitch · a day ago
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I don't want a job i want a cottage in the woods, read, eat oranges and sleep under the moonlight.
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yourfavoritearchnemesis · 2 days ago
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I just find it so incredible that the language you grow up with can shape the way you view the world just because of the inherent way it’s structured. Just reminds you of how the human experience is so vastly individual yet still manages to be so comfortingly universal
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innamorat4 · 2 days ago
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The Dusty Valise on Instagram
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oscarwilds · a day ago
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Going to a library with someone you love and sitting in a corner with your head propped up on their shoulder while you both are reading books in peace and calm is the most intimately wholesome thing ever.
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poeticallybitter · 11 hours ago
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thefallenauthor · 20 hours ago
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"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it."
-Donna Tartt; The Secret History
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metamorphesque · 14 hours ago
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― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
[text ID: To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.]
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bluepersonproblems · 2 days ago
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I want to be a mirror youre not afraid to stand before
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thekaramazovsister · a day ago
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“Do not only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.”
—Ludwig van Beethoven
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thewildetyme · 2 days ago
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“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”
— John Muir
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faedaimon · a day ago
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It’s the most simplest questions that are so hard to answer, questions like ‘ Are you happy?’ or ‘ How are you feeling today?’ because these are the questions that are rarely answered truthfully.
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digitalachilles · a day ago
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get you a man who will buy you lego flowers
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I just personally think that playing with someone’s hair is one of the purest forms of love
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astraeye · a day ago
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i was having a literature class in college these days and apparently, based on what my professor said about art, especially literature, poetry, my poems, my art are awful. worthless. full of clichés. lacking technique. created by emotion and by what i've learned after a life of just consuming art and not being able to learn enough about it. it lacks study and academia. and thinking about it has dragged me down for days.
but you know what? fuck it. fuck if my art is too emotional and based on a common sense understanding of art. and fuck it if the greeks thought valid art was art that followed way too many rules. and fuck it if good poetry is the technically good and completely mind changing one. fuck it. i write my little poems and my little stories and enjoy little art for me and no one else. it is mine to love and adore all its clichés and flaws.
and i don't care if i'll never be a real artist, a real poet (or actually a good one) because i lack study. it hurts a little, but i do the art i need to do for myself even if it takes me nowhere. and i can find peace and joy and art in that.
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typewriter-worries · 11 hours ago
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The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion | Dining Alone, Joseph Lorusso | Trances of the Blast, Mary Ruefle
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thefallenauthor · 2 days ago
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"Soon after, Eva also arrives, wearing her Greek female tunic, decorated like mine. Her wavy hair falls on her shoulders like tongues of fire and illuminates her entire slender figure, like a classical statue. I imagine her coming out of the Parthenon, in the role of a queen. She is beautiful to say the least. May the Olympian Gods be with her."
(Chapter IV)
-Alessia Palmieri; The Chosen One
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