“Goblin Market” by Christina Rossetti PNGs.
they should make tinder for people for whom love is larger than the usual romantic love and for whom it is a religion and people never want to sleep with them.
gustave moreau’s pietà // keanu reeves and river phoenix photographed by bruce weber // jean broc’s the death of hyacinthos.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
F. Scott Fitzgerald, the beautiful and damned (1934)
listening to music you loved when you were younger feels like a connection with your past self. like did she know I’d be listening to this exact same song so many years in the future? she couldn’t have imagined the person I am now. it feels like a hand reaching through time. like looking at the moon and realising that throughout history other people have looked at the same moon and felt the same way. a moment when the boundaries of time blur and it’s just me, enjoying music, connected with all the past versions of myself who are listening to this same song
“I love you — like a storm bursts overhead — I must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite.”
— Marina Tsvetaeva, Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems (via feuillesmortes)
Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water: A Memoir
Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed
Samson, Regina Spektor
Little Beast, Richard Siken
Vicious, V.E Schwab
If Not, Winter, Sappho (translated by Anne Carson)
Not Easily Conquered, dropdreaddream and WhatAreFears
Better Love, Hozier
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (May 1848)
best friend, salman toor
Auguste Rodin - Eternal Springtime, 1884
soulmates
emily brontë, wuthering heights // nfwmb, hozier // madeline miller, the song of achilles // rumi // louis tomlinson, habit // plato, the symposium // sarah perry, the essex serpent // sleeping at last, turning page // leo tolstoy, anna karenina // percy shelley, prometheus unbound