{Rumi, From Let The Beauty We Love Be What We Do: "Who Speaks With My Mouth,"/ Franz Kafka, From Letters

{Rumi, from Let the beauty we Love be what we Do: "Who Speaks with my Mouth,"/ Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena/ Tumblr User: @muktanjali (x)/ Franz Kafka/ Tiemar Tegene/ Unknown/ Khaled Hosseini/ Jacqueline Novak, from How to Weep in Public: Feeble Offerings on Depression from One Who Knows/Sally Rooney, Conversations With Friends}

Alexandria… Why? (Youssef Chahine, 1979)

in junior year of highschool my art teacher would let our ceramics class play music of our choice off of her desktop. we usually used spotify or youtube but she did have one album downloaded on her computer. it was a halloween sound effects/ambience collection. i dont remember why she had it. there was a track on there called "burning screams" which was exactly what it sounds like. just a cacophony of screams alongside crackling fire. she only let us play it on very special occasions, and we would cheer and jump with joy every time. it was like a pizza party to us

The Night of Counting the Years (1969)

afterall, feeling understood is the greatest form of love.

— Adrienne Rich, from “Integrity.”