“If I could draw a picture of what was inside me: A doe breathing in a meadow.”
— Paige Ackerson-Kiely, from “Ars Poetica,” My Love Is a Dead Arctic Explorer (via mirroir)
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“If I could draw a picture of what was inside me: A doe breathing in a meadow.”
— Paige Ackerson-Kiely, from “Ars Poetica,” My Love Is a Dead Arctic Explorer (via mirroir)
“Go outside where the world awaits you like a garden. Go outside to the roses,”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Complete Works: “Thus Spoke Zarathustra,”
being cosmically “insignificant” doesnt even matter like its not important……… like literally lets enjoy a strawberry
“humans are just meat puppets controlled by the brain”
“i wish i was free from this flesh prison”
girl the meat IS you!!!!!!!! the brain and the body are one. the human experience is made of flesh <3 cognition is rooted in physical space. the brain is just one part. the self exists in the whole body. the body exists in the world
Dipping bread into soups is a cure all actually
just watched the season finale of wwdits and i uh.. have feelings 🥲
you’re allowed to settle for a calm life, despite people on social media making it seem like you should do all these adventurous things. you don’t have to travel far and wide in order to be happy. you don’t have to have an amazing career in order to be proud of who you are and your life. live your life the way you want to, calm lives are good. a calm life is what i’m aiming for.
The same goes for your job, too. You don’t have to have enormous goals, you don’t have to be dedicated to a career. And for relationships! You don’t have to get married to be valid, or even be in a relationship, or have sex. Your job is to live your life, and to make that life as satisfying to you as you can.
I love that feeling I get when it’s about to rain and the wind is rising and there’s some sort of peace in that. I swear I can hear the plants whispering
beverages
desserts
dinners
dips, preserves and sauces
soups
starters, sides, etc
“I remember you in honey, in old combs, in the faded colours of clothes hanging in the garden.”
— Pratyusha, excerpt of ‘Starflowers’. Published in The Literateur. (via pairedaeza)
“Bowls of cherries and pear trees in the summer. Bumblebees on honeysuckle bushes and fresh hot coffee. The wind running its fingers through the trees. Sunlight warms our strawberry patches. The mornings aren’t quiet. There are robins picking twigs from the long grass and songbirds hiding in the branches. The hills are still wet with dew. Our neighbors’ cows moo ‘good morning’ towards our windows. I roll over in bed to see you and find you already awake, already smiling. These days, I never wonder if you love me. I can see it so clearly on your face.”
— Schuyler Peck, Strawberry Patches
why cant I just be a cute little forest faerie and spend my mornings in misty forests and be friends with all the woodland creatures and climb trees and swim in natural pools and explore and be happy
— Sunrise, by Louise Glück
actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.
“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.”
— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
we are literally on this earth to have fun and love each other how sweet is that