Musings On Spring

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by astrailor_jp

—  Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

Brightstar; John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

my future home <3

Could willingly waste my time in it.

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Monet painting details.

by Angelica Kauffmann /detail/

“The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care if we watch it or not. It will keep on being beautiful, even if no one bothers to look at it.”

— Gene Amole

"If you're happy in a dream...does that count? The happiness does it count?"

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things