wedge-of-poetry
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
middle of adventure
wedge-of-poetry
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
thevelvetpelican
Reblog this if you’re pro-receiving a brown paper package containing one (1) handwritten love letter, a small jar of strawberry jam from the farmers market, and a smattering of pressed flowers.
pairedaeza
Soft endearments in Urdu: jaan-e-man (heart’s beloved), bulbul (nightingale), humraaz (literally secret-sharer; confidante), pritam (beloved), jaan-e-bahar (beloved of the springtime), pardanasheen (veiled one), sona (golden one), yaar (friend/lover), natkhat (mischievous one)
small things to add to a hand written letter:
angesirene
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Indian Serenade
we could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers (…) what novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known? — george eliot
chandelyer
Sara Mrad ‘New Era’ spring 2023 couture