fell in love with this game a year ago, hasn’t left my mind since
Ursula K. Le Guin passed away yesterday, she was and remains my favorite author. I don’t know what else I can say except that I cherish her beautiful words, she changed the way I think about writing.
Here are some pieces I’ve been working on as a tribute to her book, The Left Hand of Darkness. It’s a book I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I read it, it holds a place in my heart.
Oh to be a gremlin child again. Covered in grass stains and grazes, hair unbrushed with daisies in the knots, no concept of my own physicality, half way up a tree and eating an apple around my missing tooth. To be unabashedly ugly, to be unashamedly hungry, to be healthy and hearty and lean and covered in bruises and full of love and sun warmed strawberries. To feel time stretch forever, only flying when I fall into books. To love summer once more, and her insects and sweat.
銀の湖
Romania Revisited by David Leventi
witchy engagement rings from u n e a r t h e n jewelry.
Home
A Rainy Day
It’s a heavy burden to carry.
moodboard for eureka
[ID: excerpt from ‘Transcendental Etude,’ Adrienne Rich
“Homesick for myself,”]
The trees tell stories if we’re willing to listen.