lousy with desire

fear is not my mother tongue. i do not speak it / it speaks me.

[thefugitivesaint]

Edoardo Rubino (1871-1954), ‘Groupe du Pavillon de l'Exposition’, “L’ art décoratif”, 1902 Source

[darkesttrip]

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

— Anaïs Nin

[enchanted-forests]

[ma-demoiselle-cherie]

[be-artistic-deactivated20230306]

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, tr. by Robert Haas, from “Late Ripeness”, Second Space: New Poems

[waterest]

[wordwhile]

Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,

Walt Whitman, ‘Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun’ from the section ‘Drum-Taps’ in Leaves of Grass (via wordwhile)

[beskt]

[virgin-martyr]

Her winter-beheaded daisies, marrowless, gaunt,

Sylvia Plath, excerpt from “The Snowman on the Moor”  (via paper-fairy)

[lady-vogue-deactivated20230306]

[0thello]

“We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?”

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953).

[lady-vogue-deactivated20230306]

[weltenwellen]

Maya C. Popa, from “Dear Life”

[ohlalaparis]

Olivia Anderson

[volscianus]

“Self restraint, self mastery, common sense, the power of accepting individual responsibility and yet of acting in conjunction with others, courage and resolution – these are the qualities which mark a masterful people. Without them no people can control itself, or save itself from being controlled from the outside.”

Theodore Roosevelt

[genterie]

Photo by Brydie Mack