Grotesquesoul09 - Wildflower

modern greek mythology stories as penguin classics

the penelopiad by margaret atwood, lore olympus by rachel smythe, ariadne by jennifer saint, circe by madeline miller, the song of achiles by madeline miller, the lightning thief by rick riordan

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”

- Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Country Kitchens, 1991

I hate how I can create amazing scenarios in my mind but I can't write a paragraph

Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

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Days at the Morisaki Bookshop (Days at the Morisaki Boo…

The moving international sensation about new beginnings…

For nearly a year, I found myself ensnared in an unforgiving reading slump, each attempt to engage with a book met with disinterest and fatigue.

Then, as if by fate, Days at the Morisaki bookshop caught my attention, compelling me to give it a chance. That decision, was nothing less than a stroke of fortune.

This book was a balm to my weary soul, offering a serene and deeply comforting experience, particularly given the tumultuous state of my mind at present. It provided the perfect escape from reality. Now, with renewed enthusiasm, I eagerly anticipate diving into the sequel.

*"Days at the Morisaki Bookshop"* by Satoshi Yagisawa is a deeply touching novel set in the heart of Tokyo’s Jimbocho district, a place where the streets are lined with countless secondhand bookshops, each holding a world of stories within their worn pages.

The novel follows Takako, a young woman whose life has been shattered by heartbreak and a sense of aimlessness. She’s lost, struggling to find meaning in a world that suddenly feels cold and uninviting. In the midst of her despair, her uncle Satoru offers her a lifeline: a place to stay at his humble, slightly dusty, yet incredibly warm bookshop, Morisaki.

Reluctant and emotionally numb, Takako accepts, thinking of it as just a temporary escape. But as the days turn into weeks, the quiet charm of Morisaki begins to work its magic. The smell of old books, the gentle hum of the shop, and the steady rhythm of its regular customers start to seep into her soul. Slowly, the weight on her heart begins to lift.

In the comforting embrace of the bookshop, Takako starts to rediscover parts of herself she thought were lost forever. The stories within the books she reads mirror her own journey, and she begins to find solace in the written word. The simplicity of life at Morisaki, coupled with the warmth of her uncle’s presence and the small but meaningful connections she forms with others, helps her heal.

"Days at the Morisaki Bookshop" is more than just a story of personal renewal. It’s a poignant reminder of the quiet, healing power of books, the importance of community, and the way small, everyday moments can slowly stitch a broken heart back together. It’s a story that resonates deeply with anyone who has ever found refuge in a book or a place that feels like home.

生で ⭑.ᐟ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 where your heart finds 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

right person, wrong time (variations on heartbreak)

@leemartenspoetry on tumblr

vita sackville-west & fegan’s 1924 café in dublin

everything everywhere all at once (2022)

@heavensghost on tumblr

i had to get out by indigo de souza

‘calling a wolf a wolf' by kaveh akbar

river by joni mitchell

‘english song’ in a little larger than the entire universe: selected poems by fernando pessoa

slumber by ron hicks

fish in exile by vi khi nao

penitent magdalene by antonio ciseri

@ojibwa on tumblr

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & the awakening by angelo morbelli

as good as it gets by fizz

lonely this christmas by mud & picture of the christmas tree at trinity college dublin, taken by me in december of 2022

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & picture by andrew collins via globalnews.ca

@inanotherunivrs on tumblr & a polaroid of me taken by my ex-boyfriend

‘in a dream you saw a way to survive’ by clementine von radics & a picture of my ex-boyfriend's window, taken by me

bluets by maggie nelson & the poolbeg generating station, dublin

‘unrequited’ by sasha m george & inheritance by matthew w. cornell

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@ faraway on instagram & lavender sprigs farm cut by linda jacobus

the museum of heartbreak by meg leder

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‘seaside improvisation’ by richard siken

@ dracarysgang on twitter

@-love-letters-i-never-sent

@fromdarzaitoleeza on tumblr

explosions by ellie goulding

‘i had a dream about you’ by richard siken

the beatrice letters by lemony snicket

la la land (2016)

‘catalog of unabashed gratitude’ by ross gay

@stuckinapril on tumblr

@deathlywounded on tumblr

some are always hungry by jihyun yun

‘speaking practice’ by franny choi

 a self-portrait in letters by anna sexton & a picture of my ex-boyfriend in a lake in Orfű, Hungary

@sunsbleeding on tumblr

‘there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying’ by p.d

Christmas advice for ladies (crossposted from Old Weird Scotland on mastodon, with permission)

I want you all to keep this in mind!

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

— Franz Kafka