ᴘᴜʀᴇ, ʟᴜᴄɪᴅ, ᴇᴠɪʟ;

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (The Hague, on or about Sunday, 7 May 1882)

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings

somewhere, there's a party

[Text ID: “your thorns are the best part of you.”]

an apple tree + a blackberry bush

[Text ID: “I wanted to be chosen, maybe loved. I wanted out of my life, out of my skin,”]

Louise Glück, from The Triumph of Achilles

- The grandfather who lost his beloved granddaughter Reem, the soul of his soul, to the Israeli airstrikes.

Frieda Fromm-Reichmann (1990)

extract translated from the classical gaelic by derek mahon

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

Untitled - Charles Martin

A woman using her husband's shadow to protect and shelter herself from the sun in Masijd al- Harām.

[Text ID: The soldiers measure the distance between being / and nonbeing / with a tank's scope ... ~ We measure the distance between our bodies / and mortar shells ... with the sixth sense ~ You standing at the doorsteps, enter / and drink Arabic coffee with us / (you might sense you're human like us) / you standing at the doorsteps of houses, / get out of our mornings, / we need reassurance that we / are human like you!]

Mahmoud Darwish, from A State of Siege (2002) (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)