[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

[ablutor]

[sylvie-ann]

[inspirationlane]

[vintagefashionandbeauty]

Photo by Gjon Mili for Life, 1943. (x)

[liebesfraulein]

To walk among the bushes in the cooling air What a beautiful, sweet Night!

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe