[petaltexturedskies]

I wonder if you talked about me, as you went home, or thought of me when the moon rose,

Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908, from The Letters of Virginia Woolf: Vol. I (1888-1912)

[petaltexturedskies]

The Spirit of the New Moon — detail (1888), by Arthur Loureiro, oil on canvas, 56x155 cm, Queensland Art Gallery | Gallery of Modern Art (Study version)

[philosophybits]

“No abundance of material goods can compensate for the death of individuality and personal creativity.”

— Coretta Scott King, Harvard Alumni Bulletin (July 1, 1968)

[poboh]

Planisphere, 1992, Tuula Lehtinen. Finland, Born in 1956 - Etching and Aquatint -

[lovelettersandjournals]

the intimacy of speaking through the eyes.

[velvetnightgallery]

Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869)

[innerchildabortionclinic]

the worst person you know thinks they're super empathetic. the kindest person you know thinks they're fucked up and evil

[oldpaintings]

Jan van Kessel the Elder (Flemish, 1626--1679)

[petaltexturedskies]

At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. Each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

[life0verflow]

[sa-dnesss]

and just like that, I’m back in the same place I fought so hard to get out of

[maviyenot]

[princesita07]

I need cuddles, a hug, forehead kisses and just to be held

[last-picture-show]

Thomas Hoepker, Naples, Italy, 1956

[seaphine]

call me an old soul, but I find peace in nature, nights, moon, sunsets, breezes, books, poetry, flowers, the smell of rain, and people who feel like hug.

[escapismsworld]

The hands of Daphne transforming into branches in “Apollo and Daphne” - Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1625)

[fairyinthetrees]

i don't care about your zodiac sign. who is your favorite x-men?