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𖤝 woodlands, lyres and arcadia I came from memories of a rosy-sepia dream to share my visions of the world... this is my tender reliquaire of love, desires and longings, be warmly welcomed. ♡

[softva]

i’ve been alive too long for someone this sensitive

[pommegranada]

[vieilllevague]

[threefates]

and for the lady, perhaps a devout knight?

[smsomah]

Wadi Idim, Yemen; upper arm bracelets in silver

[idiona]

Do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes.

[adreciclarte5]

by Joseph J. Steinmetz, 1947

[mellifleurs]

'you made a river out of your body, made a pomegranate of your heart'

[mellifleurs]

[mellifleurs]

[perriaeyjeve]

[inkpressedpetals]

[04k96]

[expressions-of-nature]

by Louise and Colin

Three Weeks in June, England

[veiligplekje]

[shisasan]

February 23, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[quotefeeling]

“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin