"Here’s to us, the over-thinkers. The people who usually sit around too much, talk too little and see everything."
Painting of Dido Belle with her cousin Elizabeth, formerly attributed to Johann Zoffany, 1779
(Source: vardja, via jesuisclaire)
Back home, the girls are not soft —
they pit peaches with their teeth,
drink sadness like they’re starving.
They always dance alone,
listen to songs with lyrics
about strawberry wine.
They blossom like beer bottles,
wear october on their shins,
split open, screaming —
a foreign rose
for a fight.
"The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world."
"Your Treasure House is in yourself, it contains all you need."
"Growth is not a steady, forward, upward progression. It is indeed a switchback trail: three steps forward, two back, one around the bushes, and a few simply standing, before another forward leap."
"She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came."
"In autumn I delight in the complicity between vision and expression."
Mahmoud Darwish, "I Love Autumn and the Shade of Meanings"
from The Almond Blossom and Beyond (via vitrina
"Would you like an adventure now, or shall we have our tea first?"
"I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday."