Sheweptamongtheoak - Once More Into The Fray

i love the conclave. what do you mean the entire world has tv cameras trained on the chimney of an old italian palace waiting for days or weeks until the color of the smoke changes and we find out who’s been elected as the next supreme dictator of catholicism

sorry i can't tonight.. my spring melancholy is developing into hysteria

"A thunderstorm. Irises purple against the clouds."

~ Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary (13th May 1935)

"And it is told of Maglor that he could not endure the pain with which the Silmaril tormented him; and he cast it at last into the Sea"

— Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo

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

“That is the way I want to write—rich and rhythmic—heavy, sonorous prose that befits those mythic ambiguities that are both source and structure to an aesthetic experience symbolized by language—”

— Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963

Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy, Book 1 “Inferno,” Canto 5 [tr. James (2013)]

Do you ever think about how many of the items now considered priceless artifacts were once commonplace items? The coins we now marvel at from behind the glass at a museum were once tossed around, stepped on, and traded around. The pottery painstakingly pieced back together was somebody’s favorite wine jug. The decorative pin now rusted and bent once held together the shoulder of someone’s chiton. History is simply a trail of ordinary people going about their day, and I think there’s an odd sort of beauty in that.

Live slowly enough to think deeply about God.

Fëanor but if he was a fae king