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[me, flirting] so do you think we consume poetry or poetry consumes us?

Mary Oliver ― Fall

Maximilian Lenz (1860-1948) "Herbstgold" (1904) Oil and gold relief on canvas

agnes-briosch: stained glass window at petit palais, paris.

It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed, is you.

“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth, later, in uglier ways.”

— Sigmund Freud

For Gothic Heroines, Haunted Houses Are Always Too Big, Jane Healey

other people’s love letters

April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn’t talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.

- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

art by Anne Magill

“I know you are not a bird, Though I know you’ve flown So far, so far away. I need you to be somewhere…”

— Margaret Atwood, from Songs For Murdered Sisters in “Dearly: New Poems"

William Wordsworth, Book VI: The Church-Yard Among the Mountains, from The Excursion (1814)

I am tired of having hands, she said, I want wings— (...) I am tired of human, she said, I want to live on the sun—

Louise Glück, From Averno; “Blue Rotunda”

For Gothic Heroines, Haunted Houses Are Always Too Big, Jane Healey

oscar wilde / virginia woolf

do you ever want to be a “forest mermaid” who lives in the river by waterfalls and clear waters and sleeps in the caves of springs

" ‏إذا كانَ يُمكنني إعطاءُك شيء في هذهِ الحياة، كنتُ سأمنحك القُدرة على رؤية نفسِك بعيني، حينها فقط ستُدرك كمّ أنتَ شخصٌ إستثنائي بالنسبة لي."

— فريدا كاهلو

Landscape at l'Hermitage, 1874, Camille Pissarro

Medium: oil,canvas