“I fell into a bed of flowers,”
— John Keats, from The Complete Poems and Selected Letters; “Endymion,”
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“I fell into a bed of flowers,”
— John Keats, from The Complete Poems and Selected Letters; “Endymion,”
The Empress Eugénie Tiara, by Gabriel Lemonnier (1853).
all i want is to be running through a meadow in a white lace dress
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“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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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.
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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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Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson, from “If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho,” (x)
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“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)
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.