Lumen

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.

[finita-la-commedia]

“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)

[pluiez]

Oh my

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[floriental]

“And then It’s just too beautiful. Don’t say a word. –A boulevard without traffic or trade, Every drama muted, every comedy stilled, An infinite collection of scenes. I know you, and stare at you in silence.”

— from “Flowerbeds of Amaranths” by Arthur Rimbaud

[enealae]

snowy morning on Nevsky prospect

[luthienne]

What to say: all my words… all my words want to go out to you at the same time; none of them lets another pass.

Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva, from Letters Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetaeva, Rilke (via luthienne)

[gagarin-smiles-anyway]

Saint Isaac’s Cathedral, Saint Petersburg (@olesyaevsenkova)

[itscolossal]

Up-Close Images of Jupiter Reveal an Impressionistic Landscape of Swirling Gases

[redlipstickresurrected]

Unknown Photographer - Blue Mosque in Mazar-i-Sharif, Afghanistan  Photography 

[leakedvii]

Interiors shots in Call Me By Your Name (2017, dir. Luca Guadagnino ) by photographer Giulio Ghirard

[art-is-art-is-art]

Over the Town, Marc Chagall

[artmonielunaire]

Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ignore.

Blaise Pascal. (via coeurensursis)

[redlipstickresurrected]

Mayasen-Nin aka Katsuya Makino aka 摩耶仙人 (Japanese, Hirakata, Osaka, Japan) - Mayakan Pilgrimage, 2012 Photography

[amandum]

Fall in Italy

[pigmenting]

You take my hand. We fill the sky with whatever we want.

Brandon Thurman, from “Love Poem in Which My Mother Does Not Appear” published in the Journal (via pigmenting)

[redlipstickresurrected]

Zaria Forman (American, b. South Natick, MA, USA, based Brooklyn, NY)  Soft Pastels on Paper

[saintjoan]

ideal summer afternoon in dreamy positano 

[luthienne]

Always, over and over, these days and nights will come, the anxiety, the aversion, the doubt. And I will still live, and I will still love life.

Hermann Hesse, from Wandering; “Rainy Weather” (via blancheparish)