art of the soul

too soft , too tender . poetry from the soul of a romanticist.

[valtsv]

i don't WANT to live in a society i want to live in a bookstore cafe

[achildlikeprincess]

if the Twelve Princesses had never been caught, spending every night dancing through the soles of their silk slippers and sleeping ‘til noon the next day…

if Odette had stayed the princess of the swans, running through the dewy forest every night,picking primroses and counting the stars… 

if Briar Rose had slept for eternity, dreaming of the glittering cosmos as wild roses grew ‘round her body…

–she and reverie

[gettingintoknives]

i really don’t do anything but eat pasta and think about love

[cigarettesandcommunism]

I feel like holly in breakfast at tiffany’s

pretending to be glamorous while our lives fall apart around us

driving people away because we don’t know who we are or what we’re doing

having a series of mental breakdowns, losing the one thing you love, regretting everything

crying in the rain in a back alleyway of the city

[rererereree-deactivated20241031]

[barbienefertiti]

“dream girl” energy is very calm and relaxed. She’s never the one huffing and puffing lol always somewhere in the distance being desired and pampered

[silk-fleur]

rose gardens are a blessing.

[valtsv]

you’re telling me there are people who listen to music and DON’T use it as the soundtrack for the intense cinematic daydream plot they’ve always got playing in the back of their head???

[laduree-et-cigarettes]

“Charm me. Furiously. Torment me. In detail.”

— Hermann Hesse (via carnavage)

[pearltiare]

i just want glittery angel wings and to be friends with every deer i meet

[x-carpe-o-noctem-x]

read classic poetry in the bath.  scratch shakespeare quotes into your desk.  keep black-and-white pictures in a golden locket.  learn the language you’ve always wanted to learn.  dance in the rain, even if you’re not sure how.  read wikipedia pages on unsolved mysteries at two in the morning.  live your life the way you want to, make your own rules, become who you’ve dreamed of being.  because really, who’s stopping you?

[mothcub]

A lil shiver

[anancientheart]

dreaming of lilacs, the scent floating through the air, purple clouds close to us. dreaming of freckles and mud and a warm sun and bare feet and tan lines. dreaming of rivers and stones and campfires. 

[jaasmine]

“The soft light made her feel as though she were going into the heart of the milkiest pearl.”

— The Princess and the Goblin, George MacDonald (via sacredsister)

[softest-archive-deactivated2023]

the term swan song comes from the belief that swans stay silent until their last moment before death when they sing a single, hauntingly beautiful last song

[gothcoast]

i’m ready to be kissed and loved and adored

[serialstranger]