Fariha Róisín, How To Cure A Ghost

Let’s bring back old romance. Send that person a love letter, write a piece of music dedicated to them or a song about them. Buy them their favourite flowers and then take them to the theatre. Take walks with them in the park while reciting their favourite poems to them. Cook for them when they don’t ask and make them tea when they seem stressed. Lounge together on a couch and let the day drift by. Sneak out of the house together late at night to go and watch the stars.

Let’s bring old romance back!

Self Portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle (1872) - Arnold Böcklin (Swiss, 1829 - 1901)

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"Daughter of great Protogonus, divine, illustrious Rhea, to my prayer incline,

Who drives your holy car with speed along, drawn by fierce lions, terrible and strong."

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Orphic Hymn 14 to Rhea

— Sophocles, Electra (translated by Anne Carson, with Introduction and Notes by Michael Shaw) (via lunamonchtuna)

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The Never Was # 5. Another little burst of words that was on its way to somethin, but never got there. Turned out to be somethin anyway. (at Helena, Montana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIrPLj5lDWw/?igshid=cl1vaps73rb9

Euripides, from Medea; tr. by Oliver Taplin

﹙ Text ID: CHORUS LEADER: You would become the wretchedest of women. MEDEA: Then let it be. ﹚

If you feel sad, a walk in nature always clears your mind and heals it.