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― Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary

[ text ID: Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing. ]

― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

[ text ID: In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. ]

♡ valkrye131 ♡

Monet painting details.

so many worlds to see through the window

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musings on Spring

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | Pablo Neruda (?) | Louise Glück, Vita Nova | Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro | Vladimir Nabokov, Mary | Etel Adnan, Jebu | Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary | Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단), 봄날 (Spring Day) | Artwork by Claude Monet

“No indeed my mind is more agreeably engaged. I’ve been meditating on the very great pleasure of which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.”

“And may one dare ask who’s are the eyes that inspire these reflections?”

“Miss Elizabeth Bennet”

- Mr Darcy

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As I was undiagnosed autistic, my traits just flexed hardcore in high school. And I had only few symptoms before that. High school breaks us.

No more single classes. You're now moving about every 45 minutes. Oh, and classes change on a daily basis. Lunch and recess? Nope. This is an American school, baby: overcrowded and under resourced. You get 15 minutes in an echoing chamber to eat a grease patty on hard bread. Previously gifted? Nah, bitches.. That was those standardised tests. You're now meat for the college grinder. Friends? Nope..nononono. Since we're splitting you up constantly, you get to glimpse each other in passing on your way to class.

Oh, and all those rules you've been using for the past 13/14 years? Useless. No, we won't tell you what the new ones are.

There is a reason so many teens come forward around this time period asking if something is wrong with them. And many get told it's just hormones, or they're just "kids" acting up.

No. How about we actually listen to teens when they say "I feel like something is wrong" instead of telling them everything is fucking puberty.

How about we teach people, from a young age, that questioning yourself is safe? How about we encourage teens to research themselves, and give them a space to do so? Think it's only kids liking TicTok trends? Maybe they see something and have no space to express it.

"What if they're wrong?"

So, they're wrong. But they learnt safety and value in reaching out.

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A YouTube comment that spoke to me <3

—  Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

Beautiful gardens and flowers :D!

Beautiful Poems I found!

Dew kissed springs glint in your eyes

A gleaming soul is where your beauty lies

The supple feeling of your skin so soft

Is what I find myself feeling oft

A captured heart - entwined with each other

Your love feeling sweet, come and smother

As she floats through the meadow against

I felt my eyes follow her - my body became tensed

Her beauty so ethereal which she offers in wit

Is how her love comes that I must admit

Lying in the grass - hearing her heartbeat

Her love fills my head, feeling complete

So I lay my head to rest

When the sun is rising

I'll start a brand-new day

When the moon is shining

I long to be with you

In all the places you have been

So today I'm time travelling

I refuse to die without being fluent in at least 5 language.

Deer and cherry blossoms in Nara park, Japan

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Something about angel wings-

Much about a broken heart.

The urge to want to know everything that this universe contains, the urge to have read every book ever written and memorising every poem by heart. And the guilt of not doing so.

“I crave the most innocent parts of a relationship. Like holding hands, forehead kisses and being able to tell someone how much I adore them…”

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The first time I saw her, I would say she was a fragment of the moon, an arched and silent smile… “full of enchantment, alchemy and tenderness”. Art Jeremy Sams.

beautiful rings 💍🦋

Franz Xaver Winterhalter.

Émile Vernon.

Alonso Miguel de Tovar.

Franz Xaver Winterhalter.