♚ Lay Me Down

Oh poor Atlas, the world's a beast of a burden

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“Soft she was, – she was – and gone, burning in water,”

— Anna Hajnal, from Evening Light: Poems; “Dead Girl,” wr. c. January 1971

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Details; 1. Willem van de Velde: A ship in need in a raging storm, ca. 1680. 2. Ludolf Bakhuysen: Warships in a Heavy Storm, ca.1695.

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A fairy land of flowers, and fruit, and sunshine, and crystal lakes, and over-arching forests,…

Edgar Allan Poe, from “Scenes of an Unpublished Drama,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Carolingian gold ring with an enamel star, dated to around the 8th to 9th century CE. 

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“Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there.”

— Jalaluddin Rumi (via mote-historie)

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A trio of Victorian brooches. 

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You are neither here nor there, A hurry through which known and strange things pass –

Seamus Heaney, from ‘Postscript’ (via soracities)

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Are you a morning or night person? Tea or coffee? Rain or wind? Summer or autumn? Tall grass fields or old, forgotten forests? Silk or cotton? Cake or bread? Candles or gas lamps? Warm yellows or mellow greens?

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arjuna-vallabha

Louis Hector Leroux, 1829-1900

Temple Sacerdotesses / Temple Priestesses, n/d, oil on canvas, 91,4x50,8 cm 

Private Collection

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The dead dream quietly, counting their bones, turning in their rags toward the city of death— Amentet, the beautiful. They will walk again.

The Egyptian book of the dead (via aegeanesea)

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Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, / Pensive awhile she dreams awake,

John Keats, from The Complete Poems; “The Eve of St. Agnes,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Flowers standing (detail) Ernst Stuven (German, 1657–1712)

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“What I had once mistaken for death was, instead, a door.”

— Rachel McKibbens, from “the second time,” published in Vinyl