Anny

.. ☽ The Lady Of Shallot☾ .. 

[irenes-tender-world]

vintage heart-shaped lockets

[horror-sthetics]

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Daniela Astone

[dignifieddracula]

Couples goals

[oldpaintings]

Angora on a Chair by Arthur Heyer (German-Hungarian, 1872–1931)

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934

[die-rosastrasse]

Alexandre-Jean Dubois-Drahonet

French, 1791-1834

Female nude, 1831 (detail)

[museiums]

annie steg gerard

[aqua-regia009]

The Barque of Charon, 1919 - oil on linen. — José Benlliure (Spanish, 1855-1937)

[sometimestuesday-deactivated202]

Sylvia Plath was right

[ironleaves]

About what?

[sometimestuesday-deactivated202]

“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.”

[niiv]

Atala's Burial/ Die Gartenlaube Gustave-Claude-Etienne Courtois 1885

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Quote from "Excuses For Why We Failed At Love" by warson shire

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

[eyesaremosa1cs]

[searchingforserendipity25]

@sallysavestheday

[huariqueje]

Early morning   -   Simeon Nijenhuis, 2022 - 23.

Dutch, b.1969 -

Oil on panel , 44 x 52 cm.

[softhe4rted]

on loneliness jenny slate / japanese breakfast, posing for cars / corinne von lebusa, big glow / dadushin / alejandra pizarnik, tr. me / fka twings, home with you / avocado_ibuprofen / fiona apple, left alone / anne carson, “the anthropology of water”, plainwater / kiki smith, free fall / alejandra pizarnik, diaries

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[metamorphesque]

The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation – a week’s, ten days’ – what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you.

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra