Night Blooming Jasmine

Just like the ocean, always in love with the moon🌙✨🌙

[jareckiworld]

Pedro Friedeberg (1936-2026) — Childhood Memory [acrylic and ink, on panel, 1973]

[shisasan]

And the moon, under its dark hood, falls out of the sky each night, with its hungry red mouth to suck at my scars.

August 4, 1972 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977

[jasmimnocturna]

Suis-moi jusqu'à l'amour, mon amour

[pmamtraveller]

The Fairy of the Moon, 1891, Hermann Kaulbach (1846-1909)

[pmamtraveller]

Nickie Zimov

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[jasmimnocturna]

When the blue of the sky kisses the blue of the sea🌞🌊🌿

[pmamtraveller]

The Lovers, 1933, by Konstantin Somov

[gothredy]

Out Of The Earth You Came, 1930

Cardwell Higgins (American, 1902 - 1983)

[pmamtraveller]

Jie Song

[unusual-suspects]

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[the-smoking-lilly]

[jasmimnocturna]

Ah, se já perdemos a noção da hora

Se juntos já jogamos tudo fora

Me conta agora como hei de partir

Se, ao te conhecer, dei pra sonhar, fiz tantos desvarios

Rompi com o mundo, queimei meus navios

Me diz pra onde é que ainda posso ir

Se nós, nas travessuras das noites eternas

Já confundimos tanto as nossas pernas

Diz com que pernas eu devo seguir

Se entornaste a nossa sorte pelo chão

Se na bagunça do teu coração

Meu sangue errou de veia e se perdeu

Como, se na desordem do armário embutido

Meu paletó enlaça o teu vestido

E o meu sapato ainda pisa no teu

Como, se nos amamos feito dois pagãos

Teus seios ainda estão nas minhas mãos

Me explica com que cara eu vou sair

Não, acho que estás te fazendo de tonta

Te dei meus olhos pra tomares conta

Agora conta como hei de partir

[jasmimnocturna]

[dailyrothko]

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko, Light Over Deep, 1956

Oil on Canvas

 © 2019 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

[jasmimnocturna]

You Who Never Arrived

You who never arrived

in my arms, Beloved, who were lost

from the start,

I don’t even know what songs

would please you. I have given up trying

to recognize you in the surging wave of the next

moment. All the immense

images in me—the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,

cities, towers, and bridges, and un-

suspected turns in the path,

and those powerful lands that were once

pulsing with the life of the gods—

all rise within me to mean

you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all

the gardens I have ever gazed at,

longing. An open window

in a country house—, and you almost

stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,—

you had just walked down them and vanished.

And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors

were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back

my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same

bird echoed through both of us

yesterday, separate, in the evening…

- Rainer Maria Rilke

[les-fleur]

Fallen Angels (1995, dir. Wong Kar-wai)