cherry blossom

You're very brave And you're very free So swing it high Cherry blossom

[petaltexturedskies]

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[nightlyquotes]

“Thinking is difficult, that’s why most people judge.”

— Carl Gustav Jung

[nightlyquotes]

“Don’t be embarrassed by who you are. They’re going to judge you no matter what you do.”

— Unknown

[ancientsstudies]

The Abbey House Gardens. x

[die-rosastrasse]

I have so much trouble in life with finding the balance between the two worlds: living offline, appreciating the beauty without needing to turn it into content, making art just for the joy of the process, keeping memories in a private album and writing poems that no one else will understand, as opposed to my personality of an art curator and showing everything beautiful I see and create to the public in the name of making the world and your spaces prettier and more interesting. I'm a bottomless well of ideas and pictures and art and nice things. I want to keep it all just for myself, have a beautiful mind, and at the same I want to post everything so that others can experience it too. I keep thinking about it lately and my thoughts are all tangled. I make a post and delete it after a minute. I take a picture for you and keep it hidden forever. I stare longingly at my old photographs and wish that someone would see them, but I don't want them to stop being mine. I'm a watercolor painting and I'm the frame of it, I'm a window that reflects the light so that you can't see inside. The quote is ringing in my head: 'Happiness is only real when shared', but what am I supposed to do with it?

[inner-outer-worlds]

there is something powerfull, i can’t explain

but i can feel

i could see and hear with my heart

when i close my eyes.

there is a neverending spring and apple trees never stop blooming

[c0llar-bones]

[inner-outer-worlds]

many years ago i had a dream

there was a green field by the forest, and house between forest and field

i remember a birch tree

almost touching 3th floor windows,

it was the closest tree by the house.

i remember the smell of that warm sunny afternoon day

i remember the sound of the birch tree leaves

and i felt soo free and happy

-

this house was my family house

and someone waited for me to come inside

house was very big and so cozy

-

some very kind lady showed me where is my room,

i think i was away for a very long time.

i went upstairs

and there was a wooden double doors -

it supposed to be my room

I opened it.

In room there was a big opened window, wind played with a curtains and it looked so beautiful.

I saw that birch tree, it was right beside my window.

That sound of leaves.

so beautiful.

I woke up with a familiar feeling. I missed something.

It was like coming home. It was my home.

-

I believe in past life and I believe in afterlife.

Everything about 18.,19. century is to familiar to my soul, mind and spirit.

Still trying to find that house of my dreams.

[matelot-work]

[dearemma]

But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an ‘e’.

[retrokeci]

The world of period dramas.

Kaynak:twitter.com/loveforcaptnswn

[chubachus]

View of a parlor in a house in Upton, Massachusetts, c. 1800′s. A magic lantern projector is visible below the sculpture on the shelf. By Z. B. Grandy.

[flowerytale]

Oscar Wilde — The Picture of Dorian Gray

[hoopskirtsociety]

Portrait if Isabella Antoinette Baroness Sloet Van Toutenburg

[phhfineart]

Young Victorian with Wolf 1905

Unknown photographer

[klassizismus]

Portrait of Dieuwke Fontein, second Wife of Adriaan van der Hoop (detail), 1844, by Jan Adam Kruseman (Dutch, 1804-1862)

[eyres]

When dressed, I sat a long time by the window, looking out over the silent grounds and silvered fields, and waiting for I knew not what. 

― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre