— William Blake, Auguries Of Innocence

Morning Star (Lucifer) // by Paul Fryer at Holy Trinity Church

I don't know what to do. I'm so lost in life I feel like I've made all the wrong decisions.

Let me ask you this: Did you get an instruction manual before you were born? Or attend a class titled 'how to live your life'? because I sure as hell didn’t — and neither did anyone else.

We live, we make mistakes, and we learn. We wander, we wonder, we make turns that don’t make sense until years later — if ever. Feeling lost is not only normal — it’s almost inevitable. There are so many paths, so many roads to take, and yet no clear map or lighthouse to guide us. So please, give yourself some grace. Be kinder with yourself.

You’ll likely never know for sure which road is 'right' or 'wrong' — and maybe that’s not the point. What's within your control is how you walk each path. What kind of person you choose to be along the way.

Try to do good. Try to be good. That's where your power lies.

one day my bookshelves will be filled with penguin classics. one day.

the way my academic arrogance manifests in me as harshly critiquing others' work but then lashes out when somebody else does the same to me

— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo

[text ID: but the sunflower is mine in a way.]

"Saga (I won't forget you when I'm gone)", Andrei Voznesensky (translated by metamorphesque)

Takashi Watabe

Mahmoud Darwish - “Memory for Forgetfulness” 

A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud.

George Eliot // Edward Young // Malcolm Liepke // Marcel Proust // Kahlil Gibran // Thomas Aquinas // Holly Warburton // Taylor Swift // Arnold Lobel // Ralph Waldo Emerson

forever in love

with your dark night