“The trees you planted in childhood have grown too heavy. You cannot bring them along. Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, “Part One IV,” from Sonnets to Orpheus
“at my age, my heart seems more than ever like a sunflower, always turning toward the light and warmth for more strength and force of character, for more beauty and wisdom.”
— Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry written circa February 1920 from Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914–20
“You are flesh and blood
And you deserve to be loved
And you deserve what you are given” florence + the machine - third eye
Witold Pruszkowski - Falling Star, 1884
"eating pastries is so humiliating cause you’ll be having the time of your life having it and then when you’re finished you look down and you’re covered in flakes and sugardust like fuuuck now everyone is going to know i’m a messy pastry whore"
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
Mitski - First Love / Late Spring