[liebesfraulein]

I’ll rise up as a poem…

— Marina Tsvetaeva

[lux-filia]

[bruwho]

@alina.sepp

[gatabella]

Model in lingerie, photo by Louise Dahl-Wolfe, 1940s

[joeinct]

Old Books with Cat, Barcelona, Photo by Francesc Català-Roca, 1953

[haviye-deactivated20170417]

[a-movie-dream]

[liebesfraulein]

The kiss I didn't give you / has become a star inside me...

— Dulce María Loynaz

[varietas]

Ferdinando Scianna: Rome. Villa Borghese. 1963.

[birdsong217]

André Kertész 

A window on the Quai Voltaire, Paris, 1928.

[synqra]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BRSeC_1D1DV/

[yeswecancan]

[liebesfraulein]

I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.

— Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters

[gacougnol]

[icancauseaconstellation]

Paul W. John

On Munich-Holzkirchen Highway 1925-1939

[irritationknot]

[yesterdaysprint]

A picnic and a kiss, Denmark, 1939

[liebesfraulein]

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

— Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder