Scardinate le ossa.

𝑬, in my 20s. On the river I'm floating in underwater, I'm diving into the ocean: a thousand black water lilies.

[lascitasdelashoras]

Charles Baudelaire - Las flores del mal

[fawnaura]

Charles Baudelaire, from Modern Poets of France: An Anthology; “Hymn to Beauty”

[stigmatam4rtyr]

The Bath of Venus (1898-1904, oil on canvas) | Charles Shannon

[the-evil-clergyman]

Ophelia by Jean-Baptiste Bertrand (1872)

[jacindaelena]

Vienna by nik29th

[theoptia]

Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.

[poinelamiai]

Moonlight, Alfred Stevens

[feralisa-deactivated20241027]

[rosehaunt]

my opinion of outfit inspo for perfumes ~

L.T. PIVER POMPEIA PERFUME

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

[antiquariant]

a beautiful clasp of a book from 1885, which I always keep in a wooden box just to sometimes take it out and look at it, (it is in fragile condition).

oh, and i found this book called “Lives of the Alchemystical Philosophers” by A. E. Waite in the library the other day. 🕰☕️🧦🗝

[blackmoonmusings]

Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems

[pumfs]

[minouminouminou]

“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because romantic doesn’t mean sugary. It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.”

— Catherine Breillat, “Interview by Martin Tsai,“ The New York Sun  (via thequotejournals)

[theoptia]

Sylvia Plath, from Unpublished Poems; “Barren Woman”

Text ID: The moon lays a hand on my forehead,

[blackmoonmusings]

Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

[zoeflake]

“Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. July 1907 (via violentwavesofemotion)