baffles me how my favourite people don’t know how much i love them. “oh sorry we don’t have to do this if it’s boring” bitch please, i love looking at cute ceramic kitchenware if it’s with you

Sometimes at sunset the rosyfingered moon surpasses all the stars. And her light stretches over salt sea equally and flowerdeep fields. And the beautiful dew is poured out and roses bloom and frail chervil and flowering sweetclover.

Sappho, from if not, winter: fragments of Sappho (translated by Anne Carson)