Spoken words fly away, written words remain.

For the wild at heart kept in cages.

[devils-queen]

666

[snowangelsoul]

By Zeliha Kazanci

[aretis]

Mambo italiano in Portofino 💃💃

[hapless-hollow]

“Melancholia and the Moon ~ two creatures of the same womb.”

— Helaena C Moon

[vintage-archive]

Maria Callas pictured at the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, for a rehearsal, 1958

[devils-queen]

✞ 666 ✞

[foxeia]

Julia

[phantomleaves]

theres something haunting about summer, something sinister, deceptive, predatory, violent, sickeningly sweet and yet mournful

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934

[myonegin]

“Within every word [there is] the unhealable wound of language.”

— Edmond Jabès, From the Book to the Book

[eternellementsensuelle]

[slyherin]

“And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.”

— Lauren Oliver (via slyherin)

[time-waits-for-snowman]

[als-hippie]

[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)

[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]

[89words]

“I had been alone, all alone. That was a pain too deep for words.”

— Clarice Lispector, excerpt from “As Fast As I Can Type” (April 17, 1971), Too Much of Life: The Complete Crônicas  (trans. Margaret Jull Costa & Robert Patterson)

[le-jolie]

Angelina Jolie photographed by Steven Klein, 2005