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“My feelings are transparent, dangerously luminous, and they remain.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry written c. September 1911 (via violentwavesofemotion)

The woods enclose. You step between the first trees and then you are no longer in the open air; the wood swallows you up. (…) Once you are inside it, you must stay there until it lets you out again (…)

Angela Carter, from The Erl-King in “The Bloody Chamber And Other Stories” (via adrasteiax)

Wendy Cope, The Orange.

Mine Safety Applications Company, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Scan post #2

Some of my analog pictures I took in the park in June🌷

Henri Matisse (French, 1869-1954), Vue sur la mer à Tahiti [View of the Sea, Tahiti], 1930. Pen and India ink on paper, 25.1 x 32.6 cm.

ode to Flora

You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted.

T.S. Eliot, from ‘Preludes (III)’, The Waste Land and Other Poems (via soracities)

(…) Everyone just pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere, the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes, the smell of too many illusions—

Louise Glück, from Sunrise in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via adrasteiax)

some of the photos i took on my run yesterday

4 aventures de Reinette et Mirabelle, Éric Rohmer, 1986

Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you?

Alain de Botton (via quotemadness)

ANNE CARSON

‘The Glass Essay’ from Glass, Irony, and God (1994);

personal photos, original edit

Death and Life c. 1908 l Gustav Klimt

I swear by the moon I am most melancholy soft, and most outrageous sentimental.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,” published c. 1921 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“You don’t meet the people you love, you recognize them.”

— Anna Gavalda, “Life, Only Better” - translated by Tina Kover 

There was an episode, one of my favorite moments in Star Trek, when Captain Kirk looks over the cosmos and says, ‘Somewhere out there someone is saying the three most beautiful words in any language.’ Of course you heart sinks and you think it’s going to be, ‘I love you’ or whatever. He says, ‘Please help me.’ What a philosophically fantastic idea, that vulnerability and need is a beautiful thing.

Hugh Laurie (via thiscoffeedrenchedlife)

i hardened under the last loss. it took something human out of me. i used to be so deeply emotional i’d crumble on demand. but now the water has made its exit. of course i care about the ones around me. i’m just struggling to show it. a wall is getting in the way. i used to dream of being so strong nothing could shake me. now. i am. so strong. that nothing shakes me. and all i dream is to soften.

- Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

In dreams I hear a wind-chime, clarion and beckoning in it’s soft and solitary tone // Part 6

Arctic Ocean, Norway, 2006. Photos by Gueorgui Pinkhassov.

Salome, 1923, Charles Bryant

Titania (Anita Louise) and the faeries in A Midsummer Night’s Dream (1935)

She mistrusted reality. She understood infinity. She was weeping, weeping whole seas.

César Vallejo, tr. by Robert Bly, from “At the Border of a Flowering Grave,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.

Edgar Allan Poe (via wordsnquotes)

In rural Scotland you will stumble upon isolated houses in the most breathtaking locations and I entertain myself by making up stories about what the lives of the people inside are like. E.g. Byron and Mary live in that house with a Jack Russell named Rufus. Mary makes the sweetest blackcurrant pie and Byron takes his boat out nightly to placate the loch monsters with said blackcurrant pie. Loch monsters love pie, if you didn’t know. Rufus warns the couple of the land creatures that creep in the fog of the night. They live in contented (albeit occasionally chaotic) symbiosis with the cryptids.