My Darling Buds of May.

'I close my eyes and try to peer into the future. On my left, I saw days upon days of lipstick and ticking clocks, dirty looks and quiet whisperings. And burning secrets that just won't ever die away. And on my right, what could I picture? The blue sky, the desert earth, stretching out into the eerie infinity. A beautiful never-ending nothing' I like coffee and day dreaming about scenarios that would never actually happen. I sometimes write. But rarely.

[requiem-on-water]

by Andrea Cooke

[mimilicious92]

[rose1water]

Strive, then, to excel each other in good deeds. [2:148]

[middleeasternpoetry]

[yesterdaysprint]

Reno Gazette-Journal, Nevada, September 16, 1950

[rose1water]

“This spring is so gentle that I cannot sleep; I cannot contain my tears,”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Richard Howard, from “The Rock Garden,”

[myschaoreo-deactivated20201023]

The Lady of the Lake

Photo © Myscha Oréo with Dymph de Gooijer

[requiem-on-water]

Forest Ruins by HeliusFlame

[quotemadness]

“We all have souls of different ages.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)

[xshayarsha]

The Fall of Phaeton (1700-1711) Dominique Lefevre.

[tackled]

by Milan Vopalensky

[loumargi]

The birth of Venus, Adolph Hirémy-Hirschl, 1860-1933

[zzzze]

ESTHER BORN (1902-1987)

Mexico City - Flower Market, ca. 1936

Vintage Gelatin silver prints

[midnight-summerx]

‘The Grand Bath at Bursa’ - Jean-Léon Gérôme

[poisoned-cross]

[lazyyogi]

“Allow your body to be colonized by the light of consciousness.”

— Rupert Spira

[serafino-finasero]

Bashi-bazouk, 1868-69, oil on canvas, 80.6 x 66 cm. | Jean-Léon Gérôme (French, 1824–1904) | Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

[poisonwasthecure]

Medea (detail) Frederick Sandys 1868