look at this tangle of thorns

honey-limbed, golden, sparkling river nymph ig: digital forest

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“I fell into a bed of flowers,”

— John Keats, from The Complete Poems and Selected Letters; “Endymion,”

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The Empress Eugénie Tiara, by Gabriel Lemonnier (1853).

[wildermouse]

all i want is to be running through a meadow in a white lace dress

[florhalmist]

F L O R H A L M I S T

[bebemoon]

“Wherever there is music, she is too, / in the soft blue of the sky, in Grecian verses, / in the mirror of water that flows from the fountain, / in the marble of time, in a sharpened sword, / in the serenity of an open terrace / that looks upon the gardens and the sunsets. / And behind all the myths and masks: her soul, which is always alone.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Susana Bombard,” (via giardinonymphe)

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[soierose]

ermano scervino ss18

[lilyonthybrow]

she trailed her fingers through the tall grass of the meadow, white dress loosely fluttering in the wind. reaching down, she plucked a marvelous wildflower, and wondered at the beauty of the scene before her. pale blue sky above, lush green grass below, not a worry in her mind as she wandered.

sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[hyacinth-purple]

[fabcoquette]

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“I sat out on the balcony overlooking the garden, gazing at the flowers and the sky. In the fragrant evening, time stood still, the silence was absolute.”

— Magda Szabó, from “The Door,” published c. November 1987

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miu miu fw16

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Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson, from “If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho,” (x)

[firsttimeuser]

Diana hunting..

sculpture by Haig Patigian

[finita-la-commedia]

“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.” –  Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)

[carrionkid]

like. objectively. living in that time period would SUCK but victorian stuff is so, so, sexy. i want to be sent off to boarding school because i’m too rowdy in an attempt to make me stop embarrassing my family only to enter into a tempestuous love affair with my roommate before drowning in the grounds lake.