High waving heather

Looking into the heart of light, the silence

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It is nothing but a breath, the void.

Rainer Maria Rilke, O’ Lacrimosa (via mitochondria)

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Match #300

Valentino Spring 2015 campaign shot by Michal Pudelka | Artwork by unknown artist

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Joseph Fink / Jeffrey Cranor,  Welcome to Night Vale

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Valentino + Flowers

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I fear neither death nor pain.

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Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

T. S. Eliot, “The Waste Land”  (via mirroir)

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luthien by Manadhiel

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[endless-unfolding]

And now, you’re shattered, hurtled outward: shrapnel of stars and a weird music: bone in the wind’s throat.

Gregory Orr, from “Screaming Out Loud,” in The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems (via mirroir)

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The Day Dream [detail]

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Happy Anniversary! (Ramtin Kazemi) | ikwt