A better ghost than a person

I am gray most of days. I like doodling, a lot. I take sugar in my drinks only when I'm sad. I have questionable music taste. I hate saying my goodbyes. I tend to disappear without a word. I move a lot. I rarely stay.

[galina-ulanova]

Die Puppenfee (Vaganova Ballet Academy)

[russianfolklore]

‘The Winter’ by Vladimir Kireev.

[adrasteiax]

knowing summer and winter well but bound to neither of them

W. S. Merwin, from September’s Child in “The Shadow of Sirius” (via adrasteiax)

[enlightened-globetrotter]

[magpie-trove]

When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling.

JRR Tolkien, “The Song Of Beren And Luthien” (via magpie-trove)

[goodreadss]

[kxowledge]

You live through certain things before you understand them.

Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends (via kxowledge)

[janasojka]

Night Fragments.

[awakeningthevioletswithin]

Blooming New Love

Watercolor On Birch Panel

2022, 18"x 24"

Pink Lilacs

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

‘Is the spring coming?’ he said. 'What is it like?’… 'It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…’

Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

[parasoli]

The silvery tears of April? Youth of May? Or June that breathes out life for butterflies?

John Keats, “To the Ladies who Saw Me Crowned,”. (via parasoli)

[wildestbabe]

I was invited to the Palais Garnier and damn, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

[pusluktalaratlasi]

some art details i love part I

[jamesusilljournal]

Fall of the Angels, Saint Michael’s Church, created by sculptor Karl Georg Merville, Vienna, 1782

[mynocturnality]

Interior of the nave, Church of the Gesù, Rome.

Artist: Bruce Coleman

⚜ Baroque month on @mynocturnality

[konstantin-somov]

Fireworks in the Park, 1907, Konstantin Somov

[watchoutforintellect]

This November there seems to be nothing to say.

Anne Sexton - from a letter to Tillie Olsen featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters

(via

watchoutforintellect

)