My head is a howling wilderness.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to her mother featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (via imelanievanessa)
Claire Keane
trying on a metaphor

titsay
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pixel skylines
Sade Olutola
noise dept.

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Jules of Nature
Cosmic Funnies
Misplaced Lens Cap
Not today Justin

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if i look back, i am lost

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My head is a howling wilderness.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to her mother featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay (via imelanievanessa)
The Young Bather by Gustave Courbet, European Paintings
H. O. Havemeyer Collection, Bequest of Mrs. H. O. Havemeyer, 1929 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Oil on canvas
http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/436003
The progress of a solar eclipse. This Changing World. 1933. Internet Archive
Li Shang-Yin, tr. by John A. Turner, from “A Golden Treasury of Chinese Poetry: 121 Classical Poems,”
Anne Sexton, from Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “Division of Parts,”
Thinloth
“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”
— Hélène Cixous from “The Love of the Wolf” (via soracities)
...my friend the moon rises: she is beautiful tonight, but when is she not beautiful?
Louise Glück, From Averno; “October”
— “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
“And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”
— Franz Wright, “Night Walk” (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)
A Girl Wearing a Garland of Wild Roses, George Lawrence Bulleid
Thinloth (@thinloth)
Wedding photography by India Earl
Ellen Tyn (@liskin_dol)
Artifact Uprising
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