Of your eyes, begonia skies

A tender rearrangement of what is missing.

[petticoat]

“You’re very affected by things. A gust of winds throws you. You take everything seriously.”

— Stephanie Danler, Sweetbitter (via gemompel)

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[juliamstarr]

June Landscape

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[poetic--elixir]

Art is to console those who are broken by life. —Vincent Van Gogh

[fuckyeahchinesegarden]

spring in china

[simena]

Anastasiya Valiulina

[cileekk]

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[lifeinpoetry]

“The heart of another is a dark forest.”

— Ivan Turgenev, from “A Month in the Country”

[antigonick]

“Is it too much love or too little that I have translated into being?”

— Rebecca Seiferle, excerpt of “Muse of Translation”, in Wild Tongue

[antigonick]

“I thought I understood your longing—it looked so much like mine.”

— Rebecca Lindenberg, excerpt of “Love, An Index”, from Love, An Index

[thewildetyme]

“We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”

— Khalil Gibran

[go-mo-ku-blog1]

[virtuallyinsane]

Photo credit: orkomedix on VisualHunt / CC BY-NC-SA

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My mind wants to move on, but my heart refuses to.

[christophernolan]

I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.

JANE EYRE 2011 | Director: Cary Joji Fukunaga

[soracities]

“It is December, and nobody asked if I was ready.”

— Sarah Kay, from ‘Winter Without You’