[bronzyglow]

this blog is a museum of my heart

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

[raayynn]

“Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.”

from Ernest Hemingway’s, The Garden of Eden

[raayynn]

from Hannibal, Unknown, War Of Foxes

[stlowens]

Anne Carson, from Red Doc>

[raayynn]

“It's odd how faces, solid and visible as they are, evaporate, while words, made of breath, stay.”

from Elif Shafak’s, The Architect’s Apprentice

[unessasi]

[ancientsstudies]

A traveller learns more than a passenger.

[amvrleig]

Rumi.

[raayynn]

اب کے ہم بچھڑے تو شاید کبھی خوابوں میں ملیں

جس طرح سوکھے ہوئے پتے کتابوں میں ملیں

"This time if we part, we may meet in dreams;

Like finding dried flowers in books."

Ahmed Faraz

[raayynn]

"there were two reasons

i was scared

to let people in;

the damage they could do,

and the damage they could find."

Chris Mc Geown

[english-idylls]

From Homer’s Odyssey.

[raayynn]

"Something is missing from me. And I can't. I can't."

from Mahmoud Darwish's, Memory for Forgetfulness

[oikabooks]

— Mary Oliver, “Sometimes”, in Red Bird

[raayynn]

"i shall write it in my diary tonight."

"what?"

"that a burnt child loves the fire."

Oscar Wilde/ The Picture of Dorian Gray

[raayynn]

Karl Bryullov / The Last Day of Pompeii / Details

[raayynn]

"i shall write it in my diary tonight."

"what?"

"that a burnt child loves the fire."

from Oscar Wilde's, The Picture of Dorian Gray

[raayynn]

- Tu ne crois à rien.

- Je crois à toi.

"You don't believe in anything.

I believe in you."