Untitled (Woman in Lake) by Jerry Uelsmann, 1992
“You held me underwater and asked me why I could not breathe.”
— E. Grin, toxic.
“When you photograph people in colour you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in B&W, you photograph their souls.”
— Ted Grant
— Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed
[text ID: I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.]
— To Raja Rao, by Czeslaw Milosz
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Nikita Gill, Take a Lesson From the Stars (via meanwhilepoetry)
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via unmaiden)
Blessings and salutations, have you ever heard of the band Hotel Books or the Listener??
I have not but I will have to check them out. Do you recommend any particular songs?
ᵩ“So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.” ~Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose
Jack Kerouac (via feellng)
There is a moment when everything hangs like stars. We are fragile. We are the blue-dusk. We spend our time shaking out poems. But in the naked night, we are crafting constellations, forming them into something more than tears.
— Night Shapes, Michelle Tudor
VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)
t h e . u n i n t e n d e d . m u s e | Unknown
Lemony Snicket (via johnmarkgreenpoetry)