Nachtdufter
@nachtdufter
Literaturwissenschaftlerin. Dr. phil. Paperghosts collector. Nighttime gardener. New Romantic. Noticer. Nature methodised. Interested in the encounters of psychopathology and art.
Bluish pink is the most wonderful pink - something dark is running underneath the sweetness, like a song by the Beach Boys.
Wohin ich immer reise, Ich fahr nach Nirgendland. Die Koffer voll von Sehnsucht, Die Hände voll von Tand. So einsam wie der Wüstenwind. So heimatlos wie Sand: Wohin ich immer reise, Ich komm nach Nirgendland. Mascha Kaléko, Kein Kinderlied
No idea how I managed to put plants in the balcony container this year, despite the darkness. Perhaps because of.
Jeder Engel ist schrecklich. Und dennoch, weh mir, ansing ich euch, fast tödliche Vögel der Seele, wissend um euch. Rainer Maria Rilke, Duineser Elegien, Zweite Elegie
Ich hatte unserm Gast ein nur selten bewohntes Zimmer zugedacht [...] Trotz der drei Fenster war der Raum ziemlich düster und immer von einer eher unheimlichen Atmosphäre erfüllt [...] Aber Rilke liebte es so ... Marie von Thurn und Taxis, Erinnerungen an Rainer Maria Rilke
Plainwater, Men in the Off Hours, Autobiography of Red. 3 beautiful books by Anne Carson.
It’s an odd thing, silence. The mind becomes like a starless night; and then a meteor slides, splendid, right across the dark and is extinct. We never give sufficient thanks for this entertainment. Virginia Woolf, The Evening Party
No washing between the years, as the Wilde Jagd may get caught in the linen on the line. Painting: Peter Nicolai Arbo, Åsgårdsreien (1872), source: commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:La...
Looks like a lovely game. Played this on Christmas Eve and quite enjoyed it. Team younger niece + I won, to our surprise.
Thank you, it came in a bundle with this one and one with tiny beige dots. Liked them so much, I ordered it again.
Fell in love with these earlier at the British shop, but resisted. Will walk past it again tomorrow ...