[analectic]

I'll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don't choose. We'll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn't carry us. There's nothing to do but salute it from the shore.

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

[fuckindiva]

“مثل عکس رخِ مهتاب که اُفتاده در آب در دلم هستی و بین من و تو فاصله‌هاست Like moon’s reflection sitting on water You reside in my heart, yet distances remain between us”

— Fazil Nazari (via honeyandelixir)

[lucasregazzi]

[analectic]

Peacock brooch, Mikimoto Jardin Mystérieux collection

18K White Gold, Conch Pearl, Sapphire, Emerald, Garnet, Diamond

[surprisevibes]

[mrhoneybunny]

[analectic]

24 Photos That Accidentally Look Like Renaissance Art

Take a look at this modern photojournalism that accidentally looks like Renaissance Paintings. These awesome pictures nailed the Renaissance art look, and they weren't everything.

[ingelnook]

Auguste Rodin by Marcos Rivas on Flickr.

[hikingnotes]

Spring time car drives

[thelovejournals]

I miss everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her laugh, I miss getting her letters, writing her letters. I miss her eyes, and the smell of her hair, and the way her breath tasted. I f*cking miss everything. I miss knowing she was around, because it helped me to know that she was around, someone like her existed. I guess most of all, I miss knowing I would see her again. I always thought I’d see her again

James Frey, My Friend Leonard (via thelovejournals)

[theletters2juliet]

“We were together. I forget the rest.”

–Walt Whitman, “We Two. How Long We Were Fool’d”

[audreyhepburnforever]

I love this letter from Audrey to Cecil Beaton which is included within the ‘Love, Cecil’ book by Lisa Immordino Vreeland.

On the right: Audrey photographed by Cecil Beaton in 1955.

[hollygohardly]

[jonklassen2]

[anus]

dog and snog

[evilcousin]

My yearly dog and snog post

[analectic]

[analectic]

Loulou d'Aki for The New York Times

[wordsnquotes]

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

Eleanor Roosevelt