gypsji

1989/ Other blogs: landofhand & mabonmoon

[beguines]

Patrycja Humienik, We Contain Landscapes

[nixscriptum]

[intopermanence]

Where was she? In her own head, like a dream; in the bellows of her lungs. What was she? Perhaps a child. Perhaps a corpse. Perhaps a fern in the forest in the storm; a singing bird.

Lorrie Moore, from Birds of America: Stories: “Terrific Mother”

[m-clair]

Cloaked

[animus-inviolabilis]

Meditation without Arms

Auguste Rodin

[fragrantblossoms]

Marta Astfalck-Vietz. Untitled (Self-Portrait), from the series: Waiting, circa 1927.

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Bolesław Biegas

Przeczucie (Presentiment), 1903

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[corydon8]

Ma déplorable manie de l analyse m épuise.

Je doute de tout, et même de mon doute.

[theegrandhorizontal]

Sanne Sannes

[thelonerforlife]

Huiwen. J, madeleine

[armchairarchivist]

Eva Watson-Schütze, The Rose

[regardintemporel]

Éliane Excoffier - De la série "Petit lexique de beauté", 1999

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I fall asleep whispering "I am safer alone I am safer alone l am safer alone l am safer alone" [...] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.”

— Clementine von Radics, from James

[gypsji]

Always withdrawn … she wandered like a ghost into the privacy of herself, a place from which she never fully emerged.

— from Stoner by John Williams

[shisasan]

December 8, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 2]

[gacougnol]

Silvia Rea

[shisasan]

Winter, 1931-1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin 1903-1977