Petrichor Archives

poetry, art journaling, and other messy things

[thepetrichorarchives]

sometimes life is rough and the road gets tough I don't know why

[slk-t]

[uneeorchidee]

“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself.”

— Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal (via polykowiak)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“You are reborn with the roses, in every spring.”

— Juan Ramón Jiménez, from The Selected Writings; “Love,” wr. c. 1911

[fisk]

What I’d give to work in a little tearoom/bookstore with a resident cat that basks in the sunshine on the windowsill

[dearesttdodie]

[thelibraperspective]

The  L I B R A  woman

She is the life of party, sinking her way into the crowd and finding her way into everybody’s heart– one way or another.

She has her head in the clouds, dreaming of inspiration; pretty things and eye candy. She lives a sugar coated life.

You may think you have her, but you never really do. She belongs to the stars; a cosmic traveler in this world. And after a few moments of talking to her, something makes you want to visit this place, too.

[magicalboye]

Archive moodboard for @499k 

[tokyo-au-lait]

[classicpeintures-deactivated202]

Repose - Richard S Johnson (1939) 

[anastasiatasou]

[bnmxfld]

“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

[genterie]

Taylor LaShae

[inoccuity]

I wanna hold your hand and wear your sweaters. I wanna go to coffee shops and stare at your smile. I wanna go to art museums and have you kiss me between the paintings. I wanna take polaroids of us, of you, I want us to be art

[shitinternet]

[rainbow--pastel]

[pinkk-aestheticc]