Latest Posts by shunrehihosumedha - Page 3

— Nizar Qabbani

indigo, @solavey 

In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind,

Where shadows of unspoken truths linger like specters in the twilight,

There exists a cacophony of sentiments yearning for articulation,

Yet I find solace in the delicate art of restraint.

“Even when you’re emotionally in a wrong place and feeling lost, you care for me. You are present for me. Your kindness means so much to me.

Just think about how much love you could share when you find peace within yourself. You are one of the most beautiful people I know, and I love you for who you are.”

Edgar Degas - Waiting (1882)

Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon

From March 12 to 13, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

When I see them, I can only think about Van Gogh’s Almond Blossom if they were painted seasonally.

[Darjeeling’23, seasonal hue of Autumn and Spring]

There’s something about them, something so astonishingly different, yet they mean the same on a grandeur spectrum. The flowers given to me verses the flowers I gave to him which culminates the same desires at the end of the day. I am lost in translation when I see these pictures and think of the things that I prayed for, so deeply yet so patiently that I manifested unknowingly.

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

— Marie Howe, Magdalene: “Walking Home”

It feels like a lifetime ago that we had you, and it feels like a decade since we have lost you. The world was cruel to you but I’m glad, we are glad that we could call you ours. My dearest baby, you will always be our first child, my first daughter that I could never have. You came as a blessing but left like an unforgivable curse. The past 6 months were beautiful with you, and right now it’s just a silence that no one talks about whole heartedly of the void that got created since the day you left. My love, my dearest dear child Yukio, I miss you every single day that it simply stings my heart when I realise you aren’t next to me. Your dad still griefs about you but doesn’t have the heart to talk about it since he lost you. We did cry, whole heartedly to realise why we don’t speak about your absence so much even when it speaks volumes in this unforgiving silence. As they say why parents have their favourite child, and you made the two of us realise that it will always be you, no matter what. Rest in peace my doll, please be playful the way you were with us, and hopefully get the warmest blanket to cover yourself up as you fall asleep my dear.

I love you so much as much as I miss you unconditionally my child❤️‍🩹

Delete bumble or hinge , find your soulmate on tumblr

17 February, 1926 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Selected Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke; "You See, I Desire a Lot,"

haiku #15, tathev simonyan

Alice Notley // Warsan Shire

"dead doesn't mean absent...", tathev simonyan

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

haiku #16, tathev simonyan

Howl's Moving Castle (2004)

I bagged the most hottest and the most romantic dude from Tumblr (it’s a sign for you girls too)

Salvador Dali’s exhibition was fun

“I love lilies. Blue lilies but they are so hard to find…”

Were the words that he told me the moment I asked him what he adores the most. It took me a while to make his vision my reality and I am so happy how it turned out.

I know his admiration and love for Vincent Van Gogh, and how he collects every little piece that he finds that resonates with the artist. Because of his biased nature for Vincent’s aesthetics and of course his love for lilies, I crocheted Starry Night themed lily bouquet for him, with two sunflowers that resonates the moon and frame of the painting.

I know he will love this more than anything and I hope to make him smile just the way he will when see these flowers I made for him.

I like Live Photo’s sm❤️‍🩹