Paper Ghosts

[christinasanantonio]

Halloween Party 1935

[buttonpoetry]

“I know you are threatened because I am a thunderstorm of a woman with so much to say.”

— Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“And though my love did not leave, it went down into deeper darker places.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“It is spring, and the night wind is moist with the smell of the early flowers; the moon pours out its beauty,”

— Margaret Atwood, from The Selected Poems: 1976 - 1986; “No Name,”

[journalofanobody]

“The streets were dark with something more than night.”

— Raymond Chandler, Trouble is My Business (via liquidnight)

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

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[eileenbahar-arts]

• III • The Empress •

[recovecosyrefrotes]

Buscamos cada noche con esfuerzo entre tierras pesadas y asfixiantes ese liviano pájaro de luz que arde y se nos escapa en un gemido.

                                                                                                Idea Vilariño

Ph: Julia Margaret Cameron

[thejarlofwhiterun]

Pandora (detail) Jules Joseph Lefebvre French, 1882 Oil on canvas

[ghost--electricity]

“I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via draculahs)

[bellsofsaintclements]

“After the bath” (1903) by Hungarian artist János Vaszary (1867-1939).

[philosophybits]

“Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

— Albert Camus, Notebooks

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

[wilwheaton]

“Find out what makes you kinder, what opens you up and brings out the most loving, generous, and unafraid version of you―and go after those things as if nothing else matters. Because, actually, nothing does.”

— George Saunders (via loveage-moondream)

[naturaekos]

“Find things beautiful as much as you can, most people find too little beautiful.”

— Vincent Van Gogh (via goodreadss)

[inmood08]

Nishe

[lifeinpoetry]

The body is a nation I have not known. The pure joy of air: the moment between leaping from a cliff into the wall of blue below. Like that.

— Chris Abani, from "The New Religion,” Hands Washing Water