Violent Delights

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume.

[cairospirit]

L’Eglise de la Madeleine

[alwaysdreamingundercover]

Physically? I'm here but mentally I'm on a one way train to a mysterious city where nobody knows my name after just leaving an omnious note for my friends and family

[geceetilkisii]

[scentedcandlesandoldpages]

‘It is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.’

by Donna Tartt - The Secret History

[octoberbrunette]

“And Her soul! Her soul is consumed by this longing!”

— Sappho, excerpt of Atthis (tr. by George Theodoris)

[taleoftheicecat]

Details of Lady Lilith, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1866–1868.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of F. F.; “On Earth,”

[alteriusnocte]

by grimvr Versailles

[rosenaufsuden-deactivated202003]

Painting details I have been enjoying recently: Hans Memling, “Young Man at Prayer” and “Portrait of Maria Portinari”

[sonyaesman]

“To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueller than I’ve been to me.”

— Alanis Morissette, “Sorry to Myself”, Under Rug Swept  (via slyherin)

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

“Soft and easy September days had arrived. Evening came early, but the air remained warm and calm.”

— Arthur Schnitzler, Dying

[adlaers-deactivated20190401]

“I nurture wrath like a mother.”

— Dave Harris, from “i haven’t killed my father yet” published in Winter Tangerine (via lifeinpoetry)

[antoniettabrandeisova]

The Piazetta in Venice by Night, Henry Pether (British, 1828–1865)

[birdarchive]

Daniel Murtagh

[occultclassicalbright]

MAZZOLA, Francesco (Parmigianino) (1503-1540)

Bow-carving Amor, detail 1534-1535 Oil on Wood, 1,355 x 650 mm Kunsthistorisches Museum Ed. Orig. (Ed. Lic.: CC0 1.0)

[rosenaufsuden-deactivated202003]

I used to dream of what it must have been like to have been an archeologist or historian in the nineteenth century. to first come across an ancient artifact, a temple unknown to human steps since the days of antiquity, and to discover an inscription left since the beginning of time. To honor the magic of each excited breath, intertwined with the inexplicable treasure of undiscovered knowledge, is what I try to seek now.

ig: rosenaufsuden

[midsumner]

“Then he said, leaning forward: ‘You’re strange animals, you women intellectuals. Tell me: what’s it like to be a woman?’ I took my rifle from behind my chair and shot him dead. ‘It’s like that,’ I said.”

— Joanna Russ, On Strike Against God (via sheholdsyoucaptivated)