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20, she/her. Books, poetry, history and languages. | Sweet and soft as summer, darlings, maple trees in bloom and grass green in the sunny places—
Not new to #booktwt, but looking for interactive mutuals. - 20. She/her. - Historical fiction, poetry. Slowly getting into lit-fic. - Fav books: All Quiet on the Western Front, The Way Back, Lincoln in the Bardo. - History, art, photography, anthropology, mythology. Hozier.
2 June, 1939 (London) I kiss your eyes, my happiness, lots of kisses.
As a child, I mostly lived in an imaginary world. Books. My own imagination. Daydreams. These were not only how I survived but thrived.
And I fell in love with the way the sun touched your legs in the morning, how they draped over mine. No photograph would be enough to contain the memory I have of falling in love with you over and over again. Courtney Peppernell, I Hope You Stay
༻✧Stells' Classical Literature Translation Recs ✧༺ Literature from Classical Antiquity is so beautiful and there's so much about it that we can resonate with to this day 💛 A thread for those who want to give works like The Iliad a shot, but might not know where to start!
I am glad there are Books. They are better than Heaven for that is unavoidable while one may miss these.
Dedicated #onthisday in 1947: our memorial to writers Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë, which you can find in Poets' Corner. The memorial was updated last year to add the diaereses (the two dots over the ‘e’ that indicate the word has two syllables) which were missing from the…
"You and I are suddenly what the trees try to tell us we are: That their merely being there means something”
Hozier debuted with a single on organized religion’s repression of sexuality, opened his 2nd album honoring the legacy of protest songs, launched his 3rd album with a critique of capitalism’s generational exploitation. his socio-political intentionality really can’t be overstated
Dear God, at least bring me into contact with them, satisfy my longing to kiss them. To feel their light on my lips, to feel it glow inside my body, leaving it shining and transparent, fresh and moist like the minutes that come before dawn
You say my letter found you in a moment of hunger. How to say what it means to me, that I might have taught you this—shared it, somehow, infected you with it.
In Egyptian arabic we say وحشتني/وحشتيني which gets translated to "I missed you" in English but it actually means 'you made everything around me dull and empty by not being here'
We need a return to analog culture: handwritten letters, seeing films in the cinema, reading books, in-person visits, time in the outdoors. We weren't meant to spend our whole lives online. The joys of tangible living are something no one can take from you.