wordsanddreaming reblogged
“I am alone. Or, more like: alone with that other “me”.”
— Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (trans. Natasha Randall)
“I am alone. Or, more like: alone with that other “me”.”
— Yevgeny Zamyatin, We (trans. Natasha Randall)
Margaretha Barbara Dietzsch Apfelblüten mit Schmetterlingen. Gouache auf Papier 30,5 x 21,7 cm
Bride of Frankenstein (1935)
Isabelle huppert in Madame Bovary, Claude Chabrol, 1991
Fading Star - Stephen Mackey
Fleurs d Amour by Roger and Gallet, Baccarat 1910-1920
Fritz Zuber-Buhler A Reclining Beauty with Her Cat 19th century
'Nymphs Dancing to Pan's Flute' by Joseph Tomanek, (1889 - 1974)
“She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl’s eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.”
— Patricia A. McKillip
'Sirin and Alkonost - The Birds of Joy and Sorrow' by Viktor Vasnetsov, (1848 - 1926)
Sara Teasdale, “Song Making”
Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen
Einar Nerman, La même lune nous voit, 1917, music sheet
“… I wonder if I will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.”
— Bao Phi, from “Vocabulary,” Thousand Star Hotel