antigonick:

“The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees— to learn something by being nothing a little while but the rich lens of attention.”

— Mary Oliver, in “Entering the Kingdom”, in Devotions

somethingusefulfromflorida:

jamesternes:

I always forget that gas giants are, you know, made of gas, and not just smooth plastic color. The atmosphere is full of clouds, and the entire planet is atmosphere!

bebemoon:

“I walk with my dream unfurled, and lose myself in my own labyrinths, and the dream unfurled carries me.”

— Anaïs Nin | The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. II (via showings)

linkinmoon:

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

abighail:

audrey hepburn & grace kelly backstage at the 1956 oscars

onlinecounsellingcollege:

“People never learn anything by being told. They have to find out for themselves.”

— Paulo Coelho

feral-ballad:

Czesław Miłosz, from Selected Poems; “The Song”

memoryslandscape:

“Last night I dreamed I stitched our souls together, […] And whatever happens to souls in dreams must be as true as what happens to our bodies when we’re awake.”

— Caitlin Galway, form “The Lyrebird’s Bell,” The Puritan (no. 51, Fall 2020)