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“…and her voice, like that of princesses in fairy tales, breathes roses.”
— Maurice Maeterlinck, from Complete Poems & Plays; “Princess Maleine,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Gemma Ward @ Versace Fall 2005
personally, I love being evil and bisexual
Virna Lisi in A virgin for the prince (directed by Pasquale Festa Campanile), 1966
photo by Leonia Celli
Love herb/flower drying. Brings the outdoors in during these colder months.
Norman Lindsay (1879-1969), Under the stars
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emma. (2020, dir. autumn de wilde)
emma. (2020, dir. autumn de wilde)
Walt Whitman, 'Song of the Open Road', Leaves of Grass
“Then came the most exquisite moment of her whole life passing a stone urn with flowers in it. Sally stopped; picked a flower; kissed her on the lips. The whole world might have turned upside down! The others disappeared; there she was alone with Sally. And she felt that she had been given a present, wrapped up, and told just to keep it, not to look at it — a diamond, something infinitely precious, wrapped up, which, as they walked (up and down, up and down), she uncovered, or the radiance burnt through, the revelation, the religious feeling!”
I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
— Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
Sinbad (1971)
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Selected Poems of Gabriela Mistral; ‘Quietness’ tr. by Langston Hughes
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