a night circus

Le Cirque des Rêves

[pleasuresoftheduke]

Arlette Dorgère | Reutlinger

[1st-1]

[kurrusu]

[vestatilleys]

Gabrielle Ray by Foulsham & Banfield, c.1907.

[chainsaw-assassin]

The Night Circus, Erin Morgenstern

“People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.”

[soracities]

The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You  know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic.

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things  (via antigonies)

[g-a-r-l-a-n-d-s]

[paintdeath]

Kohei Nawa forms a cloud-like landscape made of foam

[xshayarsha]

I know lovers as soon as I see them: they carry a fine mark branded on their souls.

The Anacreontea. (via xshayarsha)

[pagewoman]

Frosty window

by Gemma Sturgess

[voguelovesme]

Marthe Wiggers by Nicole Bentley for Vogue Australia November 2014

[naawie]

Ph: LaCroix

Md: Minami Tooru, Natalie Visintini

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Night has its own reality, apart from day. Which is why poetry is the science of dusks and dawns.

Jane Springer, from “Lamentations,” The Southern Review (vol. 42, no. 2, Spring 2006)

[sfilate]

Valentino Haute Couture S/S 2014

[requiem-on-water]

[linen-shroud]

There’s nebulas caught in my hair, clouding my eyes and rouging my cheeks. My feet will defy gravity like Hermes till I an only the emptiness between atoms and the embers of crumbling stars.

[intdessa]