I Looked Out At The Spring Night And Was Dazzled By Its Reality, By The Black Leaves On The Trees, The

Phoebe Wahl

“Little soul, you and I will become the memory of a memory of a memory. A horse released of the traces forgets the weight of the wagon.”

— Jane Hirshfield, “Harness,” published in Poetry (via bostonpoetryslam)

— Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

[ text ID: Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring. ]

hey y’all! was taking a break for a while but i’m back now :-) <3 🌻✨🍄🐄

Embroidery is such a fun hobby 🧵🪡

Virginia Woolf, from Blue & Green in “Monday Or Tuesday: Eight Stories”

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𝒯𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒’𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈...🌹

“Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.”

— Kate Morton, from The Forgotten Garden

“Be nice to yourself. It’s hard to be happy when someone is being mean to you all the time.”

— Christine Arylo