Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone / This is How You Lose the Time War
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Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone / This is How You Lose the Time War
“It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply.”
— David Jones (via quotemadness)
your blue suitcase is empty (what’s your wait?)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CfQ1hV6M-Z6/
You’d be forgiven for thinking me mad - wandering into your house barefoot, or snapping your antique vase. The truth is, I feel rather light-headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don’t think I can blame the heat. Will you forgive me? Robbie. - Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright
Canova’s “Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss”, by Nan Goldin - 2010
“The Anatomy of Melancholy” by Laura Makabresku, self-portrait, 2020
Lea Seydoux for Vogue Paris, December-January 2020-21, photographed by Alasdair McLellan
Molly Bair | Valentino S/S 2016 ph. Sarah Moon
Clarice Lispector ― The Hour of the Star
Details from Cupid (Amor), c.1630 - Johann Liss
“So many men had tried to make her a queen. Now she understood that she was meant for something more. The Darkling had told her he was destined to rule. He had claimed his throne, and a part of her too. He was welcome to it. For the living and the dead, she would make herself a reckoning. She would rise.” - Leigh Bardugo, Siege and Storm
“I want you to stay. I want you to … I want you.”
“You want me.” She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand.
“And how will you have me, Kaz?” He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting. “How will you have me?” she repeated.
- (Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows)