“…and her voice, like that of princesses in fairy tales, breathes roses.”
— Maurice Maeterlinck, from Complete Poems & Plays; “Princess Maleine,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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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
Etching
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)
Sinbad (1971)
Favorites from I.D. Sarrieri by stradlatersgirl on Polyvore
Selected Poems of Gabriela Mistral; ‘Quietness’ tr. by Langston Hughes
sorry babe the angel wings stay on during sex