The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.”

— Evening Solace.

Leaving London for a week–– I always miss the city, looking forward to being back already (and who can blame me, just look at this light in the library)

Annie Spratt

Red Deer Entering Forest by chrisgj6 on Flickr.

autumn 21 / senior thesis-ing

where do i exist if not within your voice? if not within the way you touch, or the way you say my name?

amber leigh

nov 10

studying for my philosophy midterm and the exam period academic burnout is so frustrating. however, i have an interview for a part time job with a fabric store this friday!

🎵: "La Danse Macabre" Camille Saint-Saëns

📔: The Dollhouse by Fiona Davis

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary

–Frank O'Hara, from The Collected Poems;

"Mayakovsky"

(via violentwavesofemotion)

“I have never thought of writing for reputation and honor. What I have in my heart must come out; that is the reason why I compose” - Ludwig van Beethoven.

—Still life with a Beethoven mask by Josef Jurutka. Credit line: Deutsches Historisches Museum. Source: GoogleArtsandCulture.

The Lady of Shalott, John William Waterhouse, 1888

The Plantin-Moretus Museum.

> Photo by Jassy-50.