“Do you remember that poem in Second of April which says, “Life is a quest & love a quarrel, Here is a place for me to lie!”? — That is what I want of you — out of the sight & sound of other people, to lie close to you & let the world rush by. To watch with you suns rising & moons rising in that purple edge outside most people’s vision — to hear high music that only birds can hear — oh, my dearest, dearest, would it not be wonderful, just once to be together again for a little while?”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davidson Ficke

Fleda Brown, from "You Thought You Could Make Things Be a Certain Way"

human brain is so easy to manipulate its stupid. sun is out longer in evening = life is worth living...read some negative social media posts = everybody hates me...read one interesting article = i have the scholar's ambition

i enjoy bein alone in my own world a lil too much

does anyone know how to escape the constant sense of waiting

Art by Jane Carkill
(source)

warm feelings: april

• sleeping on soft grass warmed by the sun
• watching milk swirl in your coffee
• watching the clouds
• making a wholesome meal
• quiet afternoon walks
• eating hot cross buns
• catching up with an old friend

“Her laughter sounded like April showers, like whispered secrets, like glass wind-chimes.”

— Rebecca McNutt
(via crimsonkismet)

“The cherry-plum blossoms in April, and for the love it happily waits.”

— Tsira Gogeshvili, from ‘April’

from The Fran Lebowitz Reader

I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.

JANE EYRE (2011) dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga

the generational gap between me and the people my age who use chat gpt

ahhhh finally the weekend is beautiful and wide open ahead of me. surely this will be the weekend I finally get my whole life in order and do the twenty-seven things I've been putting off and fix my sleep schedule and make memories with friends and discover my purpose in this world. surely

Louise Glück, from Faithful and Virtuous Night: Poems; "The Sword in the Stone,"