Elena P.

-Philocalist-🌘🌑🌒

[watchoutforintellect]

“The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.”

— Vladimir Nabokov - from Pale Fire

[5000letters]

“I like imagining your body is Saturn, my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you.”

— Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase, “Andrew” (via adimlylitmirror)

[robert-hadley]

Yves Saint Laurent’s Villa Mabrouka, Tangier.

[love]

Four Cut Sunflowers, 1887 by Vincent Van Gogh

[eraless]

“Eventually you will come to understand that love heals everything, and love is all there is.”

— Gary Zukav (via butterfliesarefree3149)

[cosmicportal]

[underparisianskies]

S.

[quietlotus]

Things arise and she lets them come; things disappear and she lets them go. She has but doesn’t possess, acts but doesn’t expect. When her work is done, she forgets it. That is why it lasts forever.

Lao Tzu (via quietlotus)

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

It is part of her beauty, this quality of being not quite there, dreamlike.

Anaïs Nin (via rabbitinthemoon)

[metaconscious]

Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.

Henry Miller (via metaconscious)

[antigonick]

OTHELLO : —and I will kill thee, And love thee after.

William Shakespeare, Othello (via antigonick)

[lifeinpoetry]

By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.

Sylvia Plath, from “The Hanging Man” (via lifeinpoetry)

[thequotejournals]

Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via thequotejournals)

[lifeinpoetry]

Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, / bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. / Sometimes, the men – they come with keys, / and sometimes, the men – they come with hammers.

Warsan Shire, from “The House,” Her Blue Body (via lifeinpoetry)

[claudemonet-art]

 Park Monceau 2

Artist: Claude Monet

Completion Date: 1878

[abiding-in-peace]

[allieinterrupted]

I get reckless when I want to be touched.

Caitlyn Siehl (via allievonfaust)

[consciousness]