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leesuyin · 10 months
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a peaceful Tuesday! 🌸💫
it's the perfect time for my new hygge workbook!📔✨
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leesuyin · 11 months
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leesuyin's template! Experience the joy of planning and relaxation with our Friendly Frog 🐸 Daily Planner. Let the cute frogs 🐸 and friendly design make your planning journey a delightful one.
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leesuyin · 2 years
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leesuyin · 2 years
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leesuyin · 2 years
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“She comes to me in dusty noons […] She comes to me with / an evening star.”
— Saadi Youssef, from ‘The New Baghdad’, Without an Alphabet, Without a Face: Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
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leesuyin · 2 years
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“I am what is around me.”
— Wallace Stevens, from “Theory”
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leesuyin · 2 years
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“You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.”
—  Anna Akhmatova
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leesuyin · 2 years
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Elena Helfrecht
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leesuyin · 2 years
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Ludovic Alleaume (1859-1941) Clair de lune
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leesuyin · 2 years
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“Drunk with the moon, a sage of dreams, Flower-bewitched,”
— Li Bai, from A Message to Menghao-Jan; The Jade Mountain: A Chinese Anthology (tr. by Witter Bynner)
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leesuyin · 2 years
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Takashi Nagoya
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leesuyin · 2 years
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Thomas Fearnley
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leesuyin · 2 years
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leesuyin · 2 years
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Your teeth are animal, their glimpsed light rare like the moon’s back, the flat of them the plains of my father’s childhood.
The dancing flame in your eyes, you girl, you almost-woman, with a lighter to your black fingertips, the weighted slough of your paradise.
Your hair is not in a locket by my heart, your milk teeth do not rattle in the well of my fist, your heart is bloody in my mouth, your hands are electric in the wound God gave me.
— Crystal Vega-Huerta, “Rare like the Moon”
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leesuyin · 2 years
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Four whalebone busks, scrimshawed by Sailors for their beloved ashore, 19th century
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