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Unknown Photographer - Northern lights over “Maud” 1918-1925
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“If, despite relentless blue, despite snow, you dared to hold me / and I dared to be held”
— Aria Aber, from “Inventory of Lost Conditionals,” Hard Damage (via weltenwellen)
“Blue is the typical heavenly colour. The ultimate feeling it creates is one of rest. When it sinks to almost black, it echos grief that is hardly human.”
— Kandinsky, Concerning the Spiritual in Art (via masturbacja)
Let's run through the medow and never look back
“Blue Hour”. Photographed by Cécile Smetana Baudier for Vogue.it
Der italienische Sommer ist schon fünf Monde her und der Winter hier hat keine Farbe.
Alle Wärme liegt nur in deinen Armen, in den Stunden ganz spät nachts unter meiner schweren Decke oder deiner leichten. Wenn wir uns seit Tagen nicht gesehen haben, nicht gehalten. Abends sprudeln so schnell die Wörter und wir zeigen uns alles was wir aufgehoben haben, weil so wenig Zeit bleibt. Du bringst mir Pfirsichsaft mit, weil wir dann an Italien denken. Ich küsse jede Stelle deiner Haut und du fehlst mir dabei. Nachts hälst du mich so fest und ich kann dich am Morgen gar nicht loslassen.
Bis du wiederkommst, ist es sehr kalt. Ich ziehe die wärmsten Strümpfe an und halte meine Hände.
Josef Klíma - Rozkřídlená labuť, 1940
Pure Ireland by Sandra Bazan on Flickr.
someone: did you listen to lana del rey’s new album?
me, sipping cherry coke, wearing heart-shaped sunglasses, high heels, and red lipstick, killing a man with my boyfriend: how could you tell
Abandonment issues, Thomas Jorion
Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) | dir. Francis Ford Coppola
Cedric Morris (British, 1889-1982), Wild Flowers, 1923. Oil on canvas, 27 x 22 in.