Warmth Of The Sun, Ron Hicks | From A Letter To Milena, Franz Kafka

sometimes we forget how vast life is. how many people we have yet to meet. how many places we still have to see. how many smiles, how many compliments, how many whispered affections, how many hugs. sunsets and coffees. flowers and books. waiting for you. don’t worry, you’ll be there soon.

flowers inspired outfits 💐

From left to right: 'daffodils' > 'lavender' > 'daisies' > 'tulips' > 'lionfaces'

“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

— Katherine Henson

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright

you can start anytime.

you can brush your teeth in the middle of the day. you can wash the dishes at 2am. you can do things outside the normal times assigned by society.

Is there a poem/poems that mentions a specific type of flower? Like gor dxample “carnations” I was at a flower shop and that came to my mind

there are TONS of them! and here is only a small selection of some i remember but there are probably hundreds more

Louise Glück has written many: “The White Lilies” “Blue Rotunda” “The Wild Iris” “The Silver Lily” “Trillium” “The Red Poppy” “Hyacinth”

Mary Oliver too ♡ “The Sunflowers” “Peonies” “Poppies” “The Roses” “Daisies” “Roses, Late Summer” “When the Roses Speak, I Pay Attention” “Violets” “Blue Iris”

“Tulips” by Sylvia Plath

“Cherry Blossoms” by Toi Derricotte

“White Clover” by Marvin Bell

“Orchids Are Sprouting From the Floorboards” by Kaveh Akbar

“To Describe an Almond Blossom” by Mahmoud Darwish

Literally people will call you cringe and weird for doing the mildest shit; don't fucking give a single shit, just do whatever, fuck it. If they're gonna try to shame you anyway, why not do what makes you happy let them sort themselves out far away from you

life is weird because one minute you're 13 wondering if you'll ever see the age of 18 and the next you're 28 and excited to go shopping for lamps

the craziest thing about books is you can pick one up and remember exactly where you read and what you felt like when you read it. maybe it was a summer afternoon and you were sad, maybe it was a school night and you were up much too late and already feeling the next morning’s regret, maybe you read the book right after a fight with your mom and you were angry. and a book brings all those emotions and memories back, even if you don’t remember the story the book actually holds. don’t tell me literature isn’t magic 🪄

reblogging stuff just to get roasted in the tags by my fav mutual 🫶💗