[wordscanbeenough]

“I must not forget, I thought, that I have been happy, that I am being happier than one can be. But I forgot, I’ve always forgotten.”

— Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart, translated by Alison Entrekin

[deathandmysticism]

Skeletons playing pool, 19th century

[spookheart]

I trusted you with my heart.

You completely destroyed it.

[nemfrog]

“Colors never before seen.” Delphiniums. Krider’s glories of the garden for 1940. 1940.

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[antoniettabrandeisova]

Garland of Flowers with a Landscape (detail), c. 1652. is Juan de Arellano

[wordscanbeenough]

“I want / my heart back / I want to feel everything again–”

— Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda”, Averno 

[arthistoryvault]

Gustave Courbet - The Wave [1869]

[faerybites]

“You keep a lot to yourself because it’s difficult to find people who understand.”

— Unknown (via itsalittlebitofeverything)

[howtowhistle]

Hyacinthe Rigaud, Study of Flowers, 1720.

[clawmarks]

Attributed to Barbara Regina Dietzsch - A dandelion plant in seed with a butterfly, dragonfly and caterpillar - 18th c. - via Christie’s

[artist-levitan]

Before the storm, 1890, Isaac Levitan

Medium: oil,canvas

[adrasteiax]

“I was no more than bones, cloud—I was only rain floating. (…)”

— Joanna Klink, from On Diminishment in “The Nightfields”

[megairea]

Sergei Yesenin, from The Black Man; Twentieth Century Russian Poetry (ed. by Yevgeny Yevtushenko)

[nemfrog]

“Henderson’s invisible asters.” Everything for the garden. 1937.

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[s-t-u-p-o-r-e]

“My head is full of colorless muck, and my heart - a joyless sea of knots.”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/  (via hapless-hollow)

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Achille Casanova (Italian, 1861 - 1948)

At night, 1894-1897

[s-t-u-p-o-r-e]

“Where does all of this sadness come from? It feels like blood from the wound of eternity…”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)