from the depths of winter

[mythologyofblue]

There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.

-Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems

[bibliobibuliscz]

"And when comes Winter with his weary snows, I’ll shut the doors and window-casements tight, And build my faery palace in the night.”

Charles Baudelaire, de Paysage (via typewriterjazz)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.

Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems: 1965-1975 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[girlinlondon]

Admire as much as you can. Most people do not admire enough.

Vincent van Gogh (via mirroir)

[matthewschiavello]

[preciousandfregilethings]

matthewschiavello:

'In Contemplation  #725'

(21/09/13)

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

 Samuel Beckett, The Expelled  (via whyallcaps)

[cg54kck-deactivated20160621]

Cape Perpetua #32, Oregon Coast, 2005

Brooks Jensen

[talesofpassingtime]

There were moments of such positive intoxication, of such happiness, that there was not the faintest trace of irony within me, on my honour. I had faith, hope, love.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground  (via talesofpassingtime)

[katia-wojslaw]

اللحظة التي تشعر ان عليك اثبات اهميتك لشخص ما هي اللحظة التي عليك فيها الرحيل.

the moment you feel like you have to prove your worth to someone is the moment to absolutely and utterly walk away.

truest true

[lyssahumana]

Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

- Czeslaw Milosz, poet and novelist (1911-2004)

[seabois]

“My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

Friedrich Nietzsche  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[semioticapocalypse]

Anton Stankowski. Photo Eye. 1927

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[afroui]

Rudolf Koppitz

[who-]

[katia-wojslaw]

Travels in a Strange Land -Dark Spaces © Matt Botwood

[ohproserpine-deactivated2015053]

Have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs And of gray waters. Let the gods speak softly of us.

Ezra Pound, excerpt of [Greek] (via pippa-blackwell)

[traumaturity]

Nothing is with me now but a sound,   A heart’s rhythm, a sense of stars

W. H. Auden, “Compline” (via mitochondria)