garden in my heart

Patrycja Humienik, from "On Devotion", We Contain Landscapes

eu que sou a praga e também sou a cura

As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away — Too imperceptible at last, To seem like Perfidy — A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon — The Dusk drew earlier in — The Morning foreign shone — A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone — And thus, without a Wing Or service of a Keel Our Summer made her light escape Into the Beautiful.

Tension Archive Phantasmagoria SS, 2024

PRINTS / PATREON

One of my new favourite books of all time. Oscar Wilde's writing is wild LOL

Zendaya at the première of the Odyssey

from let July be July by Morgan Harper Nichols

repeat this like a prayer

06-05-2026