Cojocaru Renata

"My story is an essay on decorative art... It is poisonous if you like, but you cannot deny that it is also perfect, and perfection is what we artists aim at" - Oscar Wilde

[loyal-to-cinema]

Love in the afternoon (1972) Eric Rohmer

[your-lovers-and-drifters]

L'Amour l'après-midi, 1972 (dir. Éric Rohmer) 

[shakespearesdaughters]

~image from pinterest~

[shakespearesdaughters]

[sulphuriclike]

Ivan Meštrović Dve Vdovi (Two Widows), 1909 (detail)

[flowersforfrancis]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Lily Rain @lilyrainpoetry on Instagram}

[pagesofjasmine]

Me and books!

[oldpaintings]

Walter Linsley Meegan (English, 1859–1944)

[lanabanana79]

[catchymemes]

[lanabanana79]

[academia-lucifer]

@academia-lucifer

[nostalgicacademia]

Welcome to the stormy season—Dark Academia

[luciddespair]

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”

Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room.

[thelittle-lady]

He studies my face for several moments, like he cannot stop on the cover or the first page, like he needs to read the whole book every time.

— Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

[thoughtkick]

“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”

— Clemence Poésy