L'amour de ma vie

130923/030625 | and then, there is me always waiting for you

[blue-wrist]

Geoffrey Pugen

[saintfelina]

women in GLAM (Galleries, Libraries, Archives and Museums)

[lunamonchtuna]

— Uma Thurman (via lunamonchtuna)

[theheartnebula]

Deep in my heart, your name is still engraved. Deep in the bottom of my soul, you are still my lover.

[theheartnebula]

My whole life will be a prayer for you, Love

[theheartnebula]

"Why do u like this music so much?"

"Because it reminds me of how deeply I am want to be with you"

[rubypomegranates]

“As I read, I began to understand that all the great works wrangled with big questions, important questions: our place in the world, the value of our experience, the fairness and meaning of our suffering, our quest for love and belonging.

Phuc Tran “Sigh, Gone: A Misfit's Memoir of Great Books, Punk Rock, and the Fight to Fit In”

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Howl”

[alwaysbeenjessica]

coming back to this - i've been spending my days tucked in between the pages of books, baking, journaling, listening to my favorite music. i had no idea i was starving

[theheartnebula]

What I’ve always adored about romantic movies is that love possesses what philosophy can never grasp. Love burns with conviction, aches with raw earnestness, weeps with pain, and soars with unbridled happiness. Philosophy, by contrast, is a hollow echo of grandeur—offering nothing but false splendor and cold abstraction. Love is not a sterile construct of logical axioms. It is an unrelenting tide of emotions, a symphony of beauty and sorrow, a fire of hope and an unyielding hunger for desire. Before philosophy, we bow. But before love, philosophy kneels in fragile surrender

[localartthrobb]

‘ “Time is jealous of you” — Lord Henry to Dorian Gray.

Such a beautiful sentence that says so much. Time envies the beautiful, and whispers evil every day to bring fear.

Everyone hears it and I’m no exception.

I’m always looking backward and pondering what I’ve lost, if I’ve truly lost it, and if so— are the things I’ve gained in the wake worthwhile?

Time’s the only thing that will tell me eventually, but until then it insists on flinging absurdities about my value amongst the ugliness of degradation.

Today, I feel beautiful enough and I hope there isn’t a day where the occurrence of this sentiment will be my last.’

[quiltofstars]

The Milky Way hanging above the Atacama Desert in Chile // Victor Lima

[theheartnebula]

The universe transforms like an eye. They do not transform into the Alphabet.

Eyes and always eyes.

[theheartnebula]

“What is most beautiful to you, Arthur?” Audrey asked.

“In the vastness of the universe and the expanse of time, we find ourselves on the same planet, bound by love. The irony of our love, amidst such enormity, is sublime.”

[theheartnebula]

In the embrace of Love, Philosophy relinquishes its grandeur. In the presence of Woman, Mathematics and Physics yield their allure. Together, they dissolve, entranced by beauty's reign.

[theheartnebula]

And then there are the songs I cannot listen to without hearing you, Nebula.

[theheartnebula]

"maybe when the time is right, you will find me again"

[theheartnebula]

"I'm learning to rewrite love, without mentioning your name. So far, the page is blank"

[theheartnebula]

One more time, One more chance.