- ̗̀ karina ̖́-

i want to keep growing. intj, 14, karina, ph.

[antigonick]

I love the sensual. For me this and love for the sun has a share in brilliance and beauty

Sappho, Fragment 9 (tr. by Julia Dubnoff)

[yesterdaysprint]

Janesville Daily Gazette, Wisconsin, January 26, 1950

[wordsnquotes]

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Letter to Zelda Fitzgerald,” 1939 (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I exist in two places.    here, and where you are.

Margaret Atwood, “Corpse Song.” (via wordsnquotes)

[hilokaul]

Underrated books?

the naturals by jennifer lynn barnes

the fixer by jenniger lynn barnes

penryn and the end of days by susan ee

the archived by victoria schwab

we are the ants by shaun david hutchinson

at the edge of the universe by shaun david hutchinson

all our yesterdays by cristin terrill

the lost girl by sangu mandanna

an ember in the ashes by sabaa tahir

the illuminae files by amie kaufman and jay kristoff

the star-touched queen by roshani chokshi

the diviners by libba bray

graceling realm by kristin cashore

cyclone series by courtney milan

poison study by maria v. snyder

wolf by wolf by ryan graudin

letters to the lost by brigid kemmerer

starbound trilogy by amie kaufman

into the blue by pene henson

mermaids of eriana kawi by tiana warner 

timekeeper by tara sim

gallagher girls by ally carter 

dangerous girls/dangerous boys by abigail haas

everything by patrick ness/adam silvera/natalia jaster

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I think I am the victim of a dream.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955 (via wethinkwedream)

[goghues-blog]

There are those people that are the sun; mighty, unwavering, in the most sickly heat. There are those people that are the moon; silent, serene, conquered by darkness yet choosing to shine against it. And there is you, the evening star. Between all that separates day and night, you fade your light in the dawn of evening, defying all odds. You are the start of every wish, and the story they tell after the granting of it.

The Sun, The Moon & The Evening Star

[loumargi]

Sandro Botticelli, Primavera, Detail

[wendycarrr-deactivated20171128]

His eyes are dark as stars, and the smell of his hands and books and eyes is burnt cinnamon toast and the devil.

Leah Bobet, The Humanity of Monsters, “Six” (via monstress)

[illumquidoloremeumfugiat-deacti]

[daseineto]

from Art and Revolt, by Albert Camus

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am perfectly aware, perfectly cold;

H.D., from Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “The Dancer,” (via atreides)

[spi-ltmilk]

https://instagram.com/p/BSmin36jO8I/

[ofallingstar]

[goghues-blog]

When anger surges through thy heart, let not thy foolish tongue take part.

Sappho

[adgb-collected]

[yesterdaysprint]

Oakland Tribune, California, April 28, 1929

[yesterdaysprint]

Oakland Tribune, California, April 28, 1929

[loumargi]

Sandro Botticelli, Primavera, Detail