glazedeye-s:

“Don’t be ashamed to weep; ‘tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water” — Brian Jacques, Taggerung.

glazedeye-s:

take me to the lakes

where all the poets went to die

i don’t belong and my beloved neither do you

those windermere peaks

look like a perfect place to cry

i’m setting off, but not without my muse

t.s. - the lakes.

glazedeye-s:

i felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. i thought, “this is what it is to be happy”

sylvia plath, the bell jar.

seaoflove:

concept: love as amalgamation in the art of edvard munch

whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. — emily brontë

glazedeye-s:

Statue of the goddess Aphrodite (Venus) bathing in the garden of the Royal Palace: Caserta, Italy.

toskka-deactivated20210124:

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Egon Schiele, “Lovers” (1909)