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"People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones". - Fyodor Dostoevsky

[tokyoki]

by bombyul

[forndom]

© Forndom

[thewickedfaerie]

Dejection by NataliaDrepina

[nishe]

[melisica]

[skymask]

[surrealismart]

The Wave 1866

Gustave Courbet

[untrustyou]

[notesfromtheundergroundman]

I was terribly afraid of somehow being seen, met, recognized.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground (via daydreaming-wildflower)

[cinemagraphs]

Paris mornings

[mariaelsblog]

Ph.© Ivan Kardashev

[yama-bato]

[raggedglory]

apothecary

[betomad]

[thequotejournals]

My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via thequotejournals)

[luthienne]

Can you believe it…?—I’m beginning to feel drawn to the sea by a kind of morbid curiosity,—so as to be convinced of my own instability.

Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak, from Letters Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetaeva, Rilke (via violentwavesofemotion)

[lifeinpoetry]

This is melancholia. Wanting to eat yourself whole.

Diamond Sharp, from “Mal de Ojo,” published in Joint (via lifeinpoetry)

[requiem-on-water]

Collinwood Mansion, Dark Shadows (1966–1971)