forget-me-not

l’amour est un idéal, mais j’suis une idéaliste xxvi | libra sun | scorpio moon | sagittarius rising

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Pierre Auguste Cot, L'Orage, 1880.

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Details from Bacchus and Ariadne

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“You have conquered all the powers of darkness with your love.”

— Henrik Ibsen, from The Complete Works and Selected Writings; “Catiline,”

[fatmdaily]

YOU NEED A BIG GOD

BIG ENOUGH TO HOLD YOUR LOVE

[maryoliveoil]

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE | Everybody Scream

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daryavaseum

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instagram | photos are my own, reblogs fine, do not repost/reuse

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“My truest life is unrecognizable, extremely interior and not a single word can describe it.”

— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Benjamin Moser, from The Hour of the Star (via oiseauperdu)

[sidewindes]

Florence Welch by Valerie Lee

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instagram | photos are my own, reblogs fine, do not repost/reuse

[petaltexturedskies]

William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

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[kseniablog]

[mournfulroses]

Christa Wolf, from her essay collection titled "One Day a Year: 1960–2000," originally published in 2003

[shisasan]

This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer’s last stand.

Sara Baume, A Line Made By Walking

[feral-ballad]

Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “Operation Cyclone”

[bunnypets]

by bjmstudioflowers

[name-that-flower]

Lily of the valley