fall of the blonde

[glamuor-gor32]

All the things that matter to me

[thatsbutterbaby]

Jean Cocteau, Apollo mit Lyra, 1950.

[lovemakesyouwonder]

[ourheatisgospel]

(via our heat is gospel: Image)

[freakoutgirl]

perhaps. i do want to be loved. unfortunate.

[greylette]

“It’s a pale, silent day: I would like to be walking in a wood, far away.”

— Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry (via oiseauperdu)

[seaymph]

“Your love was dark and thorough.”

— D.H. Lawrence, from Last Words To Miriam (via violentwavesofemotion)

[oeut]

“She dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about — escape.”

— Paris, Texas (1984)

[paper-fairy]

“Fairy tales are her natural element.”

— Otis Guernsey on Audrey Hepburn

[7899999]

my talents? yearning

[journalofanobody]

“What was my mad heart dreaming of?”

— Sappho (Stung with Love: Poems and Fragments, trans. Aaron Poochigian)

[royalblondetwig]

Desire that thrummed like a pulse beneath an open wound.

[silent-insanities]

I have no fight left in me, yet I still reach for my sword.

[vaninnavaninni]

“Last thing he did (dear Queen), He kissed — the last of many doubled kisses — this orient pearl.”

— William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, 1603–1604

[paper-fairy]

“Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels;”

— Victor Hugo, from a letter to Adèle Fouchet written c. February 1820 

[laurapetrie]

“She was not merely a girl: she was a romantic novel.”

— Honore de Balzac, The Magic Skin (1831)

[pierangelis]

“I am always in love.”

— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via theliteraryjournals)