UltravioletHydrangea

Moodboard for the Soul

[her-vintage-world]

[ultraviolethydrangea]

[ultraviolethydrangea]

[ultraviolethydrangea]

[smakkabagms]

“Some nights, the shadows wash up on your bedroom walls. You tell them your name, ask them for stories—they have ways of giving, the dead.”

— Zeina Hashem Beck, from Ghazal: The Dead in “Louder Than Hearts: Poems” (via adrasteiax)

[fancydancynancy]

[the-book-diaries]

I am not well; I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.

Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice (via loveage-moondream)

[dialnfornoir]

Marnie (1964)

[menpale]

[wnq-writers]

@wnq-writers

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[summersweeet]

[cleyoh]

[thequotejournals]

[finestrasulcortile]

Sophia Loren in I Sequestrati di Altona (1962)

[hellish-daddy]

“… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.”

Charles Bukowski  (via childofstar)

[ultraviolethydrangea]

[papercitylights]

This pretty much sums up all the conversations I have with myself