caminodesatiago:

no grit no pearl

lamarquisedesade:

“I came home. I enjoyed my bath. I enjoyed perfuming myself. I knew I was born for this, to do it over and over again, the ritual of the dressing, the perfuming for love, for sensuality. I enjoyed everything sensually.”

Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary: 1939-1947

vivid-sector:

doomscrolling thru the weather app

holybeings:

I love birds. Reasons for living. Little earth choir everyday are you kidding? Beautiful. Indebted and lucky for it.

roohfully:

“Washing the saucepans– the moon glows on her hands in the shallow river.”

— Kobayashi Issa, from The Essential Haiku: Versions of Bashō , Buson & Issa (ed. and trans. Robert Hass)

04k96:

malglories:

“Bilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (…) But, if first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.”

— Lauren Collins, Love In Translation from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016
(via mesogeios) @malglories tagging because u were saying u felt like a different person in France (via candlenite)

violentwavesofemotion:

“Develop a sense of self. A solidness that can’t be attacked.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”

dreamyvixen:

leopard orchid