Bangarang

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

‘The Sentence’ by Anna Akhmatova as seen in The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry edited by Ilya Kaminsky & Susan Harris

[seiitchi]

[huariqueje]

Moonrise    -   Józef Chełmoński, 1888.

Polish, 1849–1914

oil on canvas, 55 x 82 cm

[melodyhansen]

(don’t fear)

[antigonick]

“Then I turned round and saw the sky. It was red and all my life was in it.”

— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

[tkkatherineblog]

[ladymacbeeth]

[brianfulda]

Sans Titre Frazier Park, California

[odairannies]

“There were ghosts in the room, and one, strangely and sadly, was the ghost of herself.”

— Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (via a-quiet-green-agreement)

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[allthetreesofthefield]

*insert inspirational Sugar Ray lyric here*

[wordsnquotes]

“Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all …change. It’s all about…freedom.”

— Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children (via wnq-anonymous)

[love]

“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.” This is my proof, Duane Michals, 1974

[dirt-legends]

Grand Teton National Park

[quotemadness]

“I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.”

— Gail Caldwell (via quotemadness)

[theshinysquirrel]

[soracities]

Hand details (comparatives) Henry Cabot Lodge, John Singer Sargent | Zwei Hände Mit Stock, Wilhelm Leibl