Tragic

[hapless-hollow]

I want to be moon-washed and under your skin. I would come to you with kisses, in exchange for your lusts. Drowning in the waves of the night and its secrets. We could undress our weaknesses. I’d slip a string around your heart.

Helaena C Moon  .  instagram  .  helaena.c.moon  (via hapless-hollow)

[thunderstruck9]

Flora Yukhnovich (British, b. 1990), Study of Putti, 2017. Oil on linen, 12.75 x 10 in.

[angesirene]

— Mary Oliver, Peonies

[classicpeintures-deactivated202]

Repose - Richard S Johnson (1939) 

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

On the Pulse of Morning By Maya Angelou

[sheisobvious]

𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟 ♡︎

[artroubles]

[weltenwellen]

Kwame Opoku-Duku, from "Lord Knows"

[4yuel]

[adrasteiax]

I wore my heart like a wet, red stain On the breast of a velvet gown.

Dorothy Parker, from A Well-Worn Story in “The Collected Poetry Of Dorothy Parker” (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

Will I never rest in sunlight again – slow, languid, and golden with peace?

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

The cosmos is what it is— namely, perfect.

Wislawa Szymborska, from Warning in “Poems: New And Collected 1957-1997” [translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh] (via adrasteiax)

[arsantiquis]

Sunset, Rome (detail), Simon Denis (Flemish, Antwerp 1755–1813 Naples), ca. 1789–1806.

[detailedart]

Purple Rêverie. Claude Monet, details, 1. Shadows on the Sea, 2. Morning at Etretat.

[angesirene]

— Renée Vivien

In your eyes you dearly hold all of night’s allure, Oh you, Joy at the end of my solitude ! Your kisses as sweet as the sweetest fruits And your voice lulling me like a dreamy prelude Softly sang by the sea for night’s beauty in bloom.

[modern-austen]

subtitles from Science Gossip, 1900

[weltenwellen]

Louise Glück, from “Aubade”, Poems 1962 - 2012