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floral illustrations of the seasons, margaret lace roscoe, 1829, “spring”

source: archive.org 

Emily Dickinson, from ’Ourselves were wed one summer–dear–’ (Poem #631), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

[Text ID: “And yet, one Summer, we were Queens– But You–were crowned in June–”]

Dark Academia concept 

Source: jessica-roux.com

Teju Cole, interviewed by Aleksandar Hemon for Bomb Magazine

[Text ID: “What do I believe in? Imagination, gardens, science, poetry, love, and a variety of non-violent consolations. I suspect that in aggregate all this isn’t enough, but it’s where I am for now.“]

200712 bscenez Instagram update

“axe echoes … distant / castanets, monarch shadows / fandango about”

— Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 11 September 2021

hey y’all! was taking a break for a while but i’m back now :-) <3 🌻✨🍄🐄

And so at last I climbed the honey tree, ate chunks of pure light, ate the bodies of bees that could not get out of my way, ate the dark hair of the leaves, the rippling bark, the heartwood. Such frenzy! But joy does that, I’m told, in the beginning. Later, maybe, I’ll come here only sometimes and with a middling hunger. But now I climb like snake, I clamber like a bear to the nuzzling place, to the light salvaged by the thighs of bees and racked up in the body of the tree. Oh, anyone can see how I love myself at last! how I love the world! climbing by day or night in the wind, in the leaves, kneeling at the secret rip, the cords of my body stretching and singing in the heaven of appetite.

The Honey Tree by Mary Oliver