MANLY P HALL.

just put your feet down child. the water is only waist high. i'll let go of you gently, then you can swim to me.

[sunst0ne]

There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, ‘Consume me.’

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via sunst0ne)

[baldespendus]

Sylvia Plath at Smith College. Unattributed.

Mortimer Rare Book Room, Smith College Collection.

[introspectivepoet]

I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.

Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary (via loveage-moondream)

[warm-pleatherette]

Kate Bush performs "Wuthering Heights" on Magpie, Feb. 1978

[theburnthatkeepseverything]

When I look at your face, I want to let go and share your madness, which I carry inside of me like a secret and cannot conceal anymore. I am full of an acute, awesome joy. It is the joy one feels when one has accepted death and disintegration, a joy more terrible and more profound than the joy of living, of creating.

Anais Nin, Henry and June - A Journal of Love (via loveage-moondream)

[laceremoniedesadieux]

"Le désir physique n’est peut-être pas l’amour, mais il n’y a pas d’amour sans désir."

Mika Waltari, Les amants de Byzance (via laceremoniedesadieux)

[that-quiet-earth-deactivated201]

A picture

Maids Margaret and Rosalys, In such sweet reverence of bliss — I pray thee chime the sanctus bell With magic knell.

In chapel-dusk together stand, Thy fragrant lily-rose in hand; White on scarlet, and scarlet on white, Sing-song in night:

‘Ave Mary, Rose of Roses, Maid of Maidens — give us leave, On this eldritch Hallow’s Eve, To sing our song of love-forlorn In this chapel, in the storm.’

[paintingispoetry]

Charles Gleyre, Diana, ca. 1830-80

[alliebringsthepop]

[filmesss]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I like observing people. I like looking at things.

Virginia Woolf, from The Voyage Out (via wooden-folks)

[ronakeller]

Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.

Donald Winnicott (via laclefdescoeurs)

[black-metal-addiction-deactivat]

The covetous faun by Mihàly Zichy (1867)

[wheresmywig]

My aesthetic is “would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens”

[crystalnectar-deactivated201703]

Somewhere in the Bosnian Forest by Brice Portolano

aniraduath.blogspot.com/cabin-inspiration

[bucholia-deactivated20200215]

The Hand of the Mysteries, from The Secret Teachings of All Ages by Manly P. Hall, 1923.

[goldduststevie]