the midnight muse

Eclectic images of fantasy, freedom, darkness and reason. Its about fishnets, tragedy in heels, mischief in the garden, losing oneself in the reeds, the treasure under the rock, the eroticism found in the darkest corners, black lace lingerie, the seduction of your soul and not to mention your body, storybook tales, words unspoken, the light in your soul and me. Location: RVA (Note: None of the photos posted are owned unless otherwise noted. If photo credit is known it is posted.) "This game started with a pretty house. A pretty bus with no driver. A pretty box... and a pretty girl. "-Love me if you dare "I like to look for things no one else catches."-Amelie Follow my blog with Bloglovin

[malojasnake]

— by Ada Limón

[perfeqt]

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[peaceishim]

[apx]

Untitled (Woman in Lake) by Jerry Uelsmann, 1992

[perfeqt]

“You held me underwater and asked me why I could not breathe.”

— E. Grin, toxic.

[perfeqt]

“When you photograph people in colour you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in B&W, you photograph their souls.”

— Ted Grant

[metamorphesque]

— Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed

[text ID: I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.]

[malojasnake]

— To Raja Rao, by Czeslaw Milosz

[staccatoarrow]

[metamorphesque]

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

[meanwhilepoetry]

And not a single star in the sky shines because a person has told it to. It shines because that is what stars do. Stop asking for permission for what you were born to do.

Nikita Gill, Take a Lesson From the Stars (via meanwhilepoetry)

[awake-n]

We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via unmaiden)

[themidnightmuse]

Blessings and salutations, have you ever heard of the band Hotel Books or the Listener??

I have not but I will have to check them out. Do you recommend any particular songs?

[the-unintended-muse-deactivated]

ᵩ“So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.” ~Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose

[coral]

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Jack Kerouac (via feellng)

[drowned-in-daydreams]

[sarcolinedream-deactivated20181]

There is a moment when everything hangs like stars. We are fragile. We are the blue-dusk. We spend our time shaking out poems. But in the naked night, we are crafting constellations, forming them into something more than tears.

— Night Shapes, Michelle Tudor