mimi

— Traci Brimhall, Dear Eros

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you.

Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

Alice Notley// Colette// Meleager// Walter Robert // Michaela Leventis// Victor Hugo

You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.

(an instant-classic example of a Tumblr thread where so many people add value!)

- Vladimir Nabokov

lovelovelove

In other news we have rain every now and then (still not a daily thing) which leaves the most beautiful sunsets 🥹