You might look at my life
You might look at a moment of it
You might look at a year
a decade
a century
a millennia
You know I am not to be gone
I will be remembered
My life may look bleak,
My poems laced with sadness.
I look back on them now,
Pretty Little Messages to (sorry I can’t
share this name) and (or this one)—
And to the rain.
But, if you looked at a moment,
A day, even.
Oh, would you see.
Descartes and,
Appalling and,
Hunchback and,
Natalia and,
A Boy and—
Each is my name for a moment.
Together, a name for myself.
Icarus also flew.
Details: Ship on Rough Seas, Max Jensen, 1908
what do you do when the love you thought would last forever just walks away?
what do you do when you know this time its you, its you, its your fault, you chased him away?
what do you do when they hurt you but you know you hurt them even more?
what do you do when you try your best but your best isnt enough?
what do you do when the good ones hurt you?
do you just move on?
do you ever move on?
does it scar you?
do you forgive them?
do you forgive yourself?
We can talk it so good we can make it so divine
THE ARCHIVES
Poems
A Poem About Rain
Icarus Also Flew
An Ode to Rays of Sun
To learn that
Jealousy
Eyes
Women
A Pretty Little Message to Myself
She
An Ode to Pools of Moonlight
A Poem of Many Poems
If I Don’t Love You
Achilles and the London Boy
Sunlit Gold
A Flower-Scented Morning
Hungover on Tears
A Magnolia Tree Kiss
“What is happiness?”
Giulia’s New Book
Meeting Diana
Personal
Giulia Has a Crush
Linguistics, My Beloved
Last Book That I…
Flowers and Vanilla and Sunlight
Mornings
Goodbye, Achilles and the London Boy :(
Book-Related
Sense and Sensibility
Butterfly Bookmark
Emma
History Class Advice
Giulia’s Predictions 1
Giulia’s Predictions 2
The Secret History
Camilla Macaulay
Quotes
A Book I’ll Never Write
To define is to limit, darling.
Books and Forests
The Secret History
“Goodness, you magpies.”
“It’s nothing.”
Everything was bathed in celestial light.
“But how,” said Charles…
That was a cozy night, a happy night…
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
My heartbeat trembled in my fingertips…
The wind was up…
Shades of Eton
Unworldly airs of ancient romance that…
The Iliad
Anguish gripped Achilles…
Other
I Loved My Friend
It isn’t Spring until…
Vive vita tua, nam morte tua morieris.
Photos
Books and Tea
Notes Scrawled in Margins
Tweed Blazer Outfit
Books and Flowers
Academy on the Hill
Home Screen
Italian Dialects Alignment Chart
Good Morning, May
The Secret History
Giulia on Pinterest
Pink Flower
Joseph Leyendecker Illustration
Joseph Leyendecker Illustration II
Photo Boards
Achilles and the London Boy
First Photo Board
First Photo Board, Labeled
ArtBreeder Photo Board
Linguistics, my beloved.
Interviewer: What difference in usage would you point out in these three languages [Russian, English, French], these three instruments?
Nabokov: Naunces. If you take framboise in French, for example, it’s a scarlet color, a very red color. In English, the word raspberry is rather dull, with perhaps a little brown or violet. A rather cold color. In Russian it’s a burst of light, malinovoe; the word has associations of brilliance, of gaiety, of ringing bells. How can you translate that?
- Vladimir Nabokov, Think, Write, Speak: Uncollected Essays, Reviews, Interviews and Letters to the Editor. Bryan Boyd and Anastasia Tolstoy, Eds.
“She was a glorious doll, so fair and delicate! She did not seem created for the sorrows of this world.”
— Hans Christian Andersen, What the Moon Saw (1866)
When Haruki Murakami said, "Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum - a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself." And when Audrey Hepburn said, "Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can't take it in all at once."
06.18.22
headed to visit friends for the long weekend ,, i always have such a hard time convincing myself to go places when i get in a routine w school or work, but you gotta take advantage of the time you have ig
🎧: the door is closing - spirit of the beehive