and sunshine played with her hair, she was magic

"i was always an unusual girl. my mother told me i had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality, just an inner indecisivness that was a wide and as wavering as the ocean.".

[heartial]

rev·er·ie

/ˈrev(ə)rē/

noun a state of being pleasantly lost in one’s thoughts; a daydream.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I am sleeping and waiting, I am night and day, I offer my unwearying love, my immeasurable timidity.”

— Paul Valéry, tr. by Hilary Corke, from The Collected Works; “Autobiography,”

[angelbambina]

Barbara Palvin - Vogue Italia Beauty by Miles Aldridge

[vintagepales2-blog]

Musée Bourdelle, Paris  

[infected]

Neuschwanstein by F.Hauschildt

[understands]

[antoniettabrandeisova]

The Ball, Gaston La Touche

c. 1889

[gloupblog]

No one else cares for your success, so you have to care. You have to force yourself to get up early, you have to force yourself to turn your phone off and revise, you have to force yourself to workout, you have to care for the whole world because no one else cares until they start seeing results. And they won’t ever see your results if you don’t care enough first. It’s your life, they are your goals, your dreams, it will be your success but it has to be your effort and your work first and foremost x

[liliths-blood]

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[soierose]

daniela braga / vanessa seward fw 2017

[one-and-only-beauty]

@emilie_tla

[quotemadness]

“Feeling free inside oneself is being free.”

— Rei Kawakubo

[r1verdaughter]

There are two types of summer; white and dark.

White summers are those full of lawn and linen, the sea and soft sunshine, cherries and children’s smiles, in which you feel disconnected and light, almost floating, dreamy and distant in a haze of white dandelion fluff. You don’t ever want to land.

Dark summers are honeyed and sulky, full of pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias and un-kept promises. Cinematic and shadowy, you exist in a trance of melancholy, and feel passionately, though feign detachment. Pandora opens the box, and lightning fills the sky.

[ps1]

[modedamour]

Marte Mei Van Haaster by Bibi Cornejo Borthwick for Le Monde M Magazine

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I am full of love for every one. And everything is soft and vague and very sad. It is sad, it is sad. But everything has meaning,”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Jacob’s Room,” wr. c. 1922