Ode to Circe.
Glittery mouths shine freely under the sun’s omnipotent glare. She is harsh today, and it is Tuesday, so her mood is most foul here. The waves lap at her warmth like new puppies would to their mother’s swelling breast, vying for affections in the sugary sweet milk that, here, plays the role of buttery rays whose edges are soaked in stardust and azure. Watchful clouds stand nearby, but...
Minimalism. Fresh start. I created this blog originally for my writing even though, obviously, it really did not turn out that way at all. Shame on me. I’m going to try to slowly revert back to posting at least one thing I’ve written each day. Pictures are beautiful, but so are their stories. Their ideas. Their backgrounds. The beginnings.
When I see someone on Tumblr ask someone else for a promo, it makes me uncomfortable.
On Natalie Portman's win.
Okay. I normally don’t do things like this. Ever. But for those of you that had any doubts about her win or even her nomination for that matter—because let’s face it, this is Tumblr and people try to contradict/disagree with everything—I’m going to explain why I think she deserved her win 110%. Natalie started training for Black Swan a year before filming began. A...
If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.– Sylvia Plath
My mistress and friend: I and my heart put ourselves in your hands, begging you...– From Henry VIII to Anne Boleyn.
Rollerblades - Eliza Doolittle Know what you need...
You may think I’m small, but I have a universe inside my mind.– (via mols)
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose...– Roald Dahl (via intervals)
I’ve been having these weird, out-of-body experiences lately. My head starts to ache and my fingers tremble and I have to reach for something, anything, to hold onto while my body switches off and my brain switches on. There are patches of colour amidst the inky darkness and I feel my eyelashes fluttering furiously against my skin as I try to clear the stormy skies away in favor of the...
The human body is just so beautiful.
In fact, I think that it just might be the most incredible piece of architecture I’ve ever seen: fingers and lips and eyelashes and the hollow of your throat and the way the light falls against jutting cheekbones. Exquisite.
I wanted to run out and kiss her fantastic beauty and say: ‘June, you have...– Excerpt from The Diary of Anais Nin, Volume 1: 1931-1934
My fingertips g l i d e across your skin, (the sweetest of lullabies) onelongslowsweetcrescendothatends at the basin b e t w e e ...
Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for....– Jonathan Safran Foer (via itookadeepbreath)
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, Like softest music to...– William Shakespeare
No, you are not worthy of the love which I have devoted to you. I knew all along...– Vanity Fair
When you post a string of pictures that you’ve spent maybe hours looking for because you’re that anal and they maybe get a few notes but probably not because you’re not ~*tUmbLr f4M0u$*~ and then someone you’re following posts the same pictures maybe the next day or something and they get fifty+ notes in an hour and you’re just sitting at your computer like, ...
When you realize any of us could have walked past each other at any moment in...– Unknown
The lack of respect on Tumblr just baffles me.
And I know it’s easy (is it, though?) to be hateful behind a gray face but how deep are the roots of vindication that come from tearing someone down? Someone you don’t know, that lives and breathes and feels just like everyone else? Sometimes I just don’t quite understand how an entire specie could have advanced so far in so many aspects, but when it comes to showing some decency...
She thought it was the misfortune of poetry to be seldom safely enjoyed by those...– Emma, Jane Austen
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of...
There, as he looked at her table with the malachite cover on the blotting...– Anna Karenina, Leo Nikoleyevich Tolstoy
I wish there were words. I wish there were more actions than those that I have taken, but I have none, other than reading and watching as much as I can in front of a computer screen. I know it’s not enough and I’m sorry for that, that words are failing me at such an important and crucial moment in time. This is going to be my only post on this issue because I think a lot of people on...
And she was so simply his love, his girl, watching him approach as if she were...– Dennis Lehane, Shutter Island (via quote-book)
Eternity, where the sun is mingled with the sea.– Total Eclipse (via sick-)
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.– Anne Frank
A la folie.
It is so windy and cold and my house is...
I just feel like the huge tree that happens to be about ten feet away from my window is going to tip over and crash into the house.