[rains-of-words]

“She never said a word about the things that really upset her, because they weren’t fit to be put into any words at all.”

— Ingeborg Bachmann, from Three Paths to the Lake; “Eyes to Wonder,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[04k96]

[scorpio747]

Tumblr still feels like my safe place after so many years

[fragrantblossoms]

Carel Willink. View in the Park of Versailles, 1949. Photo collage.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Yves Bonnefoy, tr. by Anthony Rudolf, from The Selected Poems; “The Ravine,”

[perriaeyjeve]

[aesthyr]

Nostalghia by Tarkovsky (1983)

[princessmordorx]

[colorful4japan]

A window of a temple

Kyoto,Japan

2012

[ri5k]

i’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept

[honeywine0]

[varietas]

Edward Hartwig: Wiosna / Spring 1930/1950

[tranquildeath]

i was meant to be a 500 year old tree

[askistiyorumyadaolum]

[elixir]

A rhododendron garden near Lake Como Henrik Gamst Jespersen — Pre 1936 Oil on Canvas

[4mtns]

She was just like the moon: lonely and untouchable, yet romantic and shrouded in mystery.

[moath12]