November Graveyard

Vitae Nostrae Labentur

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James Van Der Zee Untitled, Harlem, New York City, 1925

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The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.

Katherine Mansfield, Katherine Mansfield Notebooks: Complete Edition (via nemophilies)

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An audio moment from Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975). 

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Virginia Woolf. 

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Clarence John Laughlin, The Lamia Returns, 1941

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Maenads in a Wood: Gustave Doré, France, 1879                                                                                                                                                                

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Elegy before the Coming of Spring, Anna Akhmatova

…toi qui m'a consolée. Gérard de Nerval

The snowstorm grew quiet among the pines, silence itself, drunk even without wine, sang like Ophelia, to us throughout the night. He who appeared only to me was betrothed to that silence. After he’d said goodbye, he generously remained, he remained with me till death.

translated by Richard McKane, from “Midnight Verses" poem cycle

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Why can’t you see me ?

Schneider Xenar 75mm/f3.5 + Rolleicord Vb + Kodak PX125(120 Film, B&W) with Rolleinar 2(Close Up Lens)

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Daisy Taylor

by Julia Margaret Cameron , 1872 .

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I longed to arrest all beauty that came before me, and at length the longing has been satisfied. 

Julia Margaret Cameron