[yoraak]

call down the hawk — maggie stiefvater

[petaltexturedskies]

She was a romantic and sentimental creature, with a tendency towards solitude,

Isabel Allende, from The House of the Spirits, originally published c. 1982

[petaltexturedskies]

Delmira Agustini, from "The Golden Fountain" in The Empty Chalices

[kitttenteeth]

the color pink has always been there 4 me

[paper-fairy]

"You smell like flowers and... and fresh things," he cried out quite joyously. "What is it you smell of? It's cool and warm and sweet all at the same time."

The Secret Garden, Chapter XVIII by Frances Hodgson Burnett

[quotespile]

“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place… Nothing outside you can give you any place… In yourself right now is all the place you’ve got.”

— Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She was a dream,”

— Marcel Proust, from The Complete Works; “Remembrance of Things Past,”

[seaymph]

“So things go.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dearly Beloved (via magic-moonlight)

[adrasteiax]

“I have a need of silence and of stars; Too much is said too loudly; (…)”

— William Alexander Percy, from Home

[feral-ballad]

Cecilia Woloch, from Carpathia; “Postcard Beginning with a Quote from Mark C., Avenue de l’Opéra”

[lamorbidezza]

Rochas Spring 2016 Details

[singing-river]

“Soft petaled kisses.”

— Anaïs Nin

[fromhersoul]

[roseverie]

Pink Satin Glass Perfume Bottle Lily of the Valley w Butterfly Stopper

[bookmuseum]

“Again, I fell to dreaming. And I finally let out a sigh. Could I really become someone?”

—Osamu Dazai, “Memories” from Crackling Mountain and Other Stories (2012)

[luthienne]

Richard Hugo, Essay on Poetic Theory: The Triggering Town

[tokyojp]

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