Sweet Violettes

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Kiss me in public. Put your arm around me so people know I’m with you. Call me babe in front of our waiter. Pull me in because I’m just not quite close enough to you. Make me watch that one tv show that’s your guilty pleasure. Tell me your biggest fear and I’ll promise to protect you. Kiss me at red lights because if you don’t then I’ll kiss you. Show me the one song you can never listen to without crying. Don’t hide the tiny details about you. Because I’ll remember every one of them.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I wouldn’t allow myself to be tempted; I’d keep my distance; I’d stay lean and wolflike, and skirt the edges. I would be a creature of the night, in a trench coat with the collar turned up, pacing between streetlights, my heels making an impressively hollow and enchanting sound, casting a long shadow before me, having serious thoughts about topics of importance.

Margaret Atwood, from Moral Disorder and Other Stories; “The Other Place,” (via cafetoile)

[inspiredlivingspaces]

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Elliott Erwitt | Bulldog looking up at leg. New York City, USA. 1989.

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I have prepared my peace With learned Italian things And the proud stones of Greece, Poet's imaginings And memories of love

— W. B. Yeats

Photo | Kidex Nguyen

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Mít Tơ Bờ Lue

Source: @SweetViolettes

https://twitter.com/SweetViolettes/status/964072542641184774

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Keep Ithaka always in your mind. Arriving there is what you’re destined for. But don’t hurry the journey at all.

— C. P. Cavafy, Ithaka

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Teruhiko Tsuchida

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Carmine Chiriaco

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Blue moments by Gabriel Prescornita

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Jean-Baptiste Mondino

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Mirela Momanu

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Midnight Blue Gerberas by Bonnie Bruno

[finita-la-commedia]

On a night when the moon shines as brightly as this, the unspoken thoughts of even the most discreet heart might be seen.

Izumi Shikibu (via finita-la-commedia)

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Evan Tchelepi | Pine Overlooking the Bay

Souce: SweetViolettes

https://twitter.com/SweetViolettes/status/960910344792272896

[finita-la-commedia]

Evan Tchelepi

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Go scour someone else’s Twitter instead of copying my hard work. You are nothing more than a thief.

Stolen from @SweetViolettes

https://twitter.com/SweetViolettes/status/960910344792272896

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At noon we would gaze toward the sea somehow at a loss among the sounds of cicadas, among the leaves — scattered looks so that we wouldn’t see what we’d already seen. In the evening the shade hid our separate shadows. […] The night smelled of extinguished candles. — Yiannis Ritsos

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