end

It seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge. Who did you come back for?

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

[academia-lucifer]

@academia-lucifer

[shisasan]

June 2, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[academeia]

james lloyd cole

[fairytaleprincessart]

[griefyards]

[fragments of vincent's letter (363) to theo // the olive trees by vincent van gogh]

[luthienne]

Gregory Orr, Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence; "It's winter..."

[Text ID: What / keeps me here? / Only my heart / that won't give up — / a puffed sparrow / gripping a twig, / a stubborn / leaf in a bare shrub.]

[elenamorelli]

{ what i want }

[ivoryandforest]

Abbaye de Beauport, Paimpol France.

[simena]

Even Ulving

[lionfloss]

by Anatolych

[flowerytale]

Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[detailedart]

Details: breaking waves from paintings by Jeanne Smith.

[shakespearesdaughters]

[expressions-of-nature]

by Leire Unzueta

Otzarreta Forest, Spain

[florealegiardini]

Abandoned Winter Garden Of An Abandoned Mansion, Paris, France ~ jonjonkkkk

[stuckinapril]

i loooove being delusional. catch me ignoring reality altogether. catch me never being reasonable ever. catch me straight up making up things in my head to cope. delusion is my best friend