in search of the sky

"Because feeling is like the sky - Seen, nothing in it to see.” Fernando Pessoa

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“Moon girls, where did you go?”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Iron Hans,” wr. c. 1963 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Some flowers in Potsdam 🌻

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Lofoten, Norway

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untitled by  Igor cibulsky

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Flowers in the Studio. Vanessa Bell - 1915

Bouquet by the Mirror, Albert Marquet - circa 1924

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solace london ss18

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“It is good to love as much as one can, for therein lies true strength, and he who loves much does much and is capable of much, and that which is done with love is well done.”

— Vincent van Gogh

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‘I simply adore Virginia Woolf, and so would you. You would fall quite flat before her charm and personality… Mrs Woolf is so simple: she does give the impression of something big. She is utterly unaffected: there are no outward adornments — she dresses quite atrociously. At first you think she is plain, then a sort of spiritual beauty imposes itself on you, and you find a fascination in watching her. … She is both detached and human, silent till she wants to say something, and then says it supremely well. … I’ve rarely taken such a fancy to anyone, and I think she likes me. At least, she asked me to Richmond where she lives. Darling, I have quite lost my heart.’

— Vita Sackville-West on a letter to husband Harold Nicholson, December 19, 1922.