Silentcassio

I was reading a book containing a collection of secular Polish poems from before 1500 for my thesis and most of them were all pretty serious - either love poems, odes or satires - but at the very end I found my favorite one:

“This is my rhyme: Warm bread with butter in it.”

Images of surrealist/occult painter/writer Ithell Colquhoun’s 1970s tarot card designs.

inktober day ??: s/o to the guy on the train who noticed me trying to peep the cover of the book he was reading, kindly flipped it up to reveal Pride & Prejudice, and then went back to reading it.

some things we should start romanticising

bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics. (edit: in some countries this is illegal and it can be dangerous - i had not thought of that and i apologise)

sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.

making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.

buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.

reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.

that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home. 

writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.

tying shoe laces. where are you even going?

picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.

finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.

-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm

Plants 🌱

wish there were cafés that were open until late bc not everybody drinks so bars don’t suit everyone and like i think ??? having some tea or a nice cup of coffee at 10pm + with a friend/s would be a cute sober concept idk why nobody has actually thought of this i think it would be such a popular idea

I wish i was different i wish it all was different . *cleans and does laundry *

Henri Matisse, Greek Torso with Flowers, 1919. Oil on canvas

some vintage book covers for you…….

tag yourself i’m A Fashionable Sufferer

And Then We Danced / და ჩვენ ვიცეკვეთ (2019) Dir. Levan Akin