[stillgotscars]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

[letters-toyourheart]

"Are we what we do with time, or are we what time does with us?"

Mahmoud Darwish, 'In The Presence Of Absence'

[megairea]

“Perhaps we are […] ghosts searching for ruins?”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from The Hoopoe; If I Were Another: Selected Poems (tr. by Fady Joudah)

[violentwavesofemotion]

“The silvery tears of April? Youth of May? Or June that breathes out life for butterflies?”

— John Keats, from Complete Poems; “To the Ladies who Saw Me Crowned,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[kocalls]

[blushiscool]

Grape Earrings at Yuhan Wang’s MA Central Saint Martins graduate collection

[lifeinpoetry]

“Lately, something has taken hold / of me—not hunger, not shame. It is like a flower / blooming in the injury.”

— — Richie Hofmann, from “Blue Anther,” A Hundred Lovers

[violentwavesofemotion]

“You haven’t changed. You grow more ethereal, more magnetic, more close to perihelion all the time.”

— Henry Miller, from Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters Of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus

[shisasan]

Pablo Neruda, Ode to a Naked Beauty

[mournfulroses]

Marcel Proust, from a story featured in "The Complete Short Stories of Marcel Proust," originally published in 2001

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

Carl Rasmussen (Danish, 1841–1893), "A Summer Night near Greenland around the Year 1000" (detail), 1875

[violentwavesofemotion]

“…but silence too is eloquent.”

— Philip Larkin, from Since The Majority Of Me (via angoasa)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“The sweet small clumsy feet of April came / into the ragged meadow of my soul.”

— e.e. cummings, from 100 Poems; “if i have made, my lady,”

[vechter]

SENTIMENTAL VALUE (2025) dir. Joachim Trier

[onetwofeb]

Fernando Pessoa's last writing: "29-11-1935 'l know not what tomorrow will bring'". He died next day November 30, 1935.

[suonko]

The Green Gown [detail] - Thomas Edwin Mostyn

[dailyclassicart]

Peder Severin Krøyer - "Roses" (1893)