Nina. Literature MA/PhD student. goodreads. bookstagram. gradblr.
“I don’t want the world to turn without you
And I don’t want the sun to burn without you” 💛🖤
ok, i really did this, some beautiful sun and moon princesses/queens being in love in a historical drama that doesn’t exist ☀️🌙
this is kinda random, but i saw the tweet that fleursignet [on twitter] posted and was instantly inspired to create this, all the credit for the idea goes to them 💛 original tweet:
“I conjure a stubborn faith in rotting / that ripens into soil,”
Jane Hirshfield, from Of Gravity & Angels; “November, Remembering Voltaire”
Adonis, from Selected Poems; “A Piece of Bahlul’s Sun” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)
I made my own version of ‘The Star Counter’ by Saara Tikka but this time with my celestial pearl danios. I had to, they look just like the night sky.
“the way what we remember of what happened / is just memory, not history exactly,”
Carl Phillips, from Reconnaissance; “For Night to Fall”
details, danielle frankel fall 2021 rtw
“How lovely that spirit, // this girl at the top, knowing no one could reach her”
— — Erin Belieu, from “Sundays,” Come-Hither Honeycomb
A crescent moon sets behind a cumulus cloud.
by babak tafreshi
i only watch unproblematic media, like hannibal nbc
me, stumbling thru the hannibal fandom, trying to figure out what y’all intellectuals are talking about: whats that? hannibal as a gothic romance?? an au based on a brontë novel??? say no more, my friends. im on it.
The Letters of Emily Dickinson
You cannot fold a Flood —
And put it in a Drawer —
Because the Winds would find it out —
And tell your Cedar Floor —
emily dickinson
DICKINSON
2x10 | You cannot put a Fire out
—When I’m with you, that is the only time I feel alive.
—That’s all I need. That’s all I’ve ever needed. To make you feel that way. I write for you, my Sue. I write for you. For you alone. That’s enough.
—I will never let go of you again.
DICKINSON — 2x10: You cannot put a Fire out
“I’d like to teach a young starling to speak, but clearly and distinctly so his words wouldn’t be like human ones. I really believed my pain was not that small, but how heavy is my happiness that no sound on earth can encompass it?”
Mary Ruefle, from Trances of the Blast; “Müller and Me”
The World to Come (2020) dir. Mona Fastvold
What’s the word / for the kind of loneliness that can feel like swimming / unassisted in a foreign language, for the very first time?
Carl Phillips, from Wild is the Wind: Poems; “What I See Is the Light Falling All Around Us” (via luthienne)
Tissant la couronne (Weaving the Wreath)
Frederic Leighton, ca. 1872
