Mon Amour @wystfully - Tumblr Blog

noonwalkdiary

desired career: a nude pond nymph that plays a golden lyre and sleeps on damp moss beneath the moon

chessys

harps are so sexy…

gwengold

thedoll333

Swann in Love (1984) <333

adrasteiax

“Dearest love: The roses are in bloom again, cream and rose, to either side of the brick walk. I pass among them with my white umbrella as the sun beats down upon the oval plots like pools in the grass, willows and the grove of statuary. So the days go by. Fine days I take my tea beneath the elm half turned, as though you were beside me saying Flowers that could take your breath away…”

— Louise Glück, from Brennende Liebe in “Poems 1962-2012″

petaltexturedskies

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

numberninetyreprised

against all odds, i continue to make my life very beautiful

vampurrring

I want to only wear pretty dresses forever

underwata

woowoo-woman-deactivated2017121

The earthy smell of rain is one of the most divine scents I’ve ever beheld.

fancyemmabovary

“She is a living Valentine, a pink petit four.”

— Cecil Beaton, The Book of Beauty (1930)

rosierlily

“her favorite" by nikolai bodarevsky

museenkuss

June. white cotton, red lipstick. trying a new writing routine. bitter orange marmelade. wild strawberries. empty museums, scribbled notes. stacks of beat-up library books. transparent fragrances (delicate citrus, blooming jasmine). working by the open window - rustling paper, rustling branches. dancing bats. litchi lemonade. collecting beautiful sentences, beautiful thoughts, and weaving something worthwhile out of them. doing the work, gently and relentlessly.