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in the dark of your bones lingering memories turn to thick oil and fuel the nightly engine of your ☆dreams☆

[lupinepixie]

[2-dreamy]

I found my Polaroid

[darlingvita]

“..the June nights are long and warm; the roses flowering; and the garden full of lust and bees..”

— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vanessa Bell c. June 1926

[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)

[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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[wehadfacesthen]

Margot Fonteyn of the Sadler’s Wells Ballet (now The Royal Ballet) in her costume for Giselle, 1950

[simena]

Janmot Louis - Le Poème de l'âme. L'Échelle d'or (detail)

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[12tableaux]

El espíritu de la colmena (Víctor Erice, 1973)

[zegalba]

Takako Ugachi: 'Quatre Saisons' (2020)

[bebs-art-gallery]

La Nuit (before 1937)

— by Auguste Raynaud

[rotgospels]

“I love you but there are things older and murkier than love. Things that live not in the heart but the entrails. I don’t want you to see me with the wolf. I don’t want you to see what he does to me. I don’t want you to see what i do to him.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, “The Red Girl,” from The Bread We Eat in Dreams

[weltenwellen]

Maria Mazziotti Gillan, from “Ghost Voices”

[zegalba]

When it rains the white petals of Diphylleia Grayi also known as skeleton flowers, turn crystal clear.

[zegalba]

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The Survivor - René Magritte / Alligator Blood - Nicole Dollanganger