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“sua lumina, sidus”
— “…his bright eyes: a constellation.” - from Ovid’s Metamorphoses: Echo et Narcissus | (via xshayarsha)
Can you see what’s going on in the trees? The blue and the wind, the blue wind.
André Breton, Nadja.
Vois-tu ce qui passe dans les arbres? Le bleu et le vent, le vent bleu.
(via madame-amour)
netflix and…rest your head on my thigh while I run my fingers through your hair continuously
People scare me. They change their minds so quick. One moment it’s “I love you” and “you make me happy” and the next it’s “I’m not sure anymore” and “this isn’t what I want.”
Unknown (via feahrs)
What happened in 4 hours is sped to 1 minute. #SuperBlueBloodMoon
You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the centre of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.
Abby McDonald, Getting Over Garrett Delaney (via wordsnquotes)
You know what strength is? Forgiving a person who wasn’t even sorry.
My body hardened into armor.
Louise Glück, from Jeanne D‘Arc in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via adrasteiax)
In winter, some voices are like coats.
Ahlam Mosteghanemi (via mrsclarkkent)
There’s a painting by Caravaggio, done late in his life. David with the Head of Goliath. In it, the young warrior holds at the end of his outstretched arm the head of Goliath, ravaged and old. But that is not the true sadness in the picture. It is assumed that the face of David is a portrait of the youthful Caravaggio and the head of Goliath is a portrait of him as an older man, how he looked when he did the painting. Youth judging age at the end of its outstretched hand. The judging of one’s own mortality.
The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje. (via kuanios)
Statue equestre de Jeanne d'Arc (Emmanuel Frémiet) 1874
Love makes you feel out of control. I think that’s how you know it’s right.
-Danny Diamond on That Wedding by Jillian Dodd (via suspend)
This is what I miss… not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen.
Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via illuminosity)
…forgive me Darling, for every word I say — my heart is full of you, none other than you in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here — and Oh that you were, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language —
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Gilbert (Dickinson), 11 June 1852 (via luthienne)