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Would you like to come over and look at the moon with me?
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Mary Oliver, from "Such Silence" in Blue Horses: Poems
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I walked on, softly, through the pale-pink morning light.
Mary Oliver, from "Bone" in New and Selected Poems vol. Il
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Come, when the pale moon like a petal floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Sara Teasdale, from "Come" in The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale
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Sara Teasdale, from "Come" in The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale
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petaltexturedskies · 10 hours
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But the beautiful night, the garden, every bush, every leaf, even the white palings, even the stars, were conspirators too. So bright was the moon that the flowers were bright as by day; the shadow of the nasturtiums, exquisite lilylike leaves and wide-open flowers, lay across the silvery verandah.
Katherine Mansfield, from "At the Bay" in Stories by Katherine Mansfield
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petaltexturedskies · 11 hours
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Darling, darling I love you so— today seems like Easter, and I wish we were together walking slow thru the sunshine and the crowds from Church—everything smells so good and warm, and your ring shines so white in the sun—like one of the church lillies with a little yellow dust on it—we ought to be together in the Spring—it seems made for us to love in —
Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to Scott Fitzgerald, written c. March 1919
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Poor People
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petaltexturedskies · 12 hours
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Honestly? Shoutout to those of you who are completely fucking lost in life. Those who don’t know what they want to do with life. Those who are stuck in a certain part of life and can’t get out. Those who are reaching for dreams they feel are impossible to reach. Those who feel like they’re accomplishments are being overlooked. Those who feel like their enough just isn’t enough. It is. You can make it. You will make it. There is an opening at the end of the tunnel.
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petaltexturedskies · 12 hours
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watching marie antoinette and resisting the urge to pause and screenshot every frame because everything in this film is so gorgeous
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petaltexturedskies · 12 hours
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Spring and Summer makes me think of that part of Marie Antoinette 2006 when Marie and her court are at Petit Trianon, wearing those milkmaid dresses, collecting strawberries and reading in a little boat.
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my hidden talents include romanticising everything, oversharing, crying, and overthinking 
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"Aphrodite," I pleaded to the moon drenched night sky "Tell me"; if love is meant to heal, then why does it destroy those who choose it?" From somewhere beyond the clouds, I heard the Goddess laugh. And I knew.
Nikita Gill, Night Songs to Aphrodite
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petaltexturedskies · 12 hours
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It is more natural to me, lying down. Then the sky and I are in open conversation, and I shall be useful when I lie down finally: then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
Sylvia Plath, excerpt of "I am Vertical"
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@paletmblr event xxx: [ period drama ]
if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once. my affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. if, however, your feelings have changed, i will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love--i love--i love you. i never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
pride & prejudice (2005) dir. joe wright
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petaltexturedskies · 14 hours
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i don’t grow out of my interests they simply become absorbed into me as i get older like tree rings
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