summer child

vera / veronica madeleine 🌺 infp 🍊 22

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My summer: dark cherries and golden skin

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she is …, lula japan nº– 8

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A land of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and flowers.

John Keats, from The Complete Poems & Selected Letters; “Hyperion,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“…the greatest obstacle to my progress is me. I myself have been the biggest difficulty in my path. It’s with enormous effort that I’m able to overcome myself.”

— Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship, or The Book of Delights

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“She drinks in his honeyed whispers.”

— Apollon Maikov, tr. Boris Dralyuk, by from “Red-Nosed Frost,” wr. c. 1864

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“As if she were begging for a rest, for a pause, as if she were afraid.”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Flush,” written c. 1933

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“It hurts? Good.”

— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin featured in A Literate Passion: Letters Of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller (1932 - 1953

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“To offer friendship to a person who actually wants love is just how to offer bread to a person who is in die of thirst.”

— Kathy B. (via wnq-writers)

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professional daydreamer, forever longing for the life her future self will live

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“My swan, my queen, my angel, muse of my dreams.”

— Susan Sontag, from The Complete Works; “The Benefactor,” (via loveage-moondream)

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“…flowers are hauntingly delicate, like no one sighing in the dark.”

— Clarice Lispector, from The Stream of Life

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“heavy its petals, eye-lids of dark eyes that open languorous and more languorous close—”

— H.D. from Collected Poems; “Hyacinth”