“…that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress,”— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Mrs Dalloway,” c. 1925
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“The night and its slow blood, the autumn sky,”— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Hurry Up Please It’s Time,”
“I’m warm, I’m soft I’m in tangles, I’m webs I’m stars, I am rest, Butterflies, a mess. I’m young and I’m old I’m harsh but I fold. I’m red and I’m blue. I’m a firefight in smoke. But damn, Whatever I am, Is in love with you.”— diehansa
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Specimens of printing types cast - Bruce’s (George) Son and Company - 1848 - via Internet Archive
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melancholic but beautiful
empty perfume bottles, unripe peaches, stars, attic windows, ancient ruins, worn-out heels from the 1920s, unread books, dead languages, empty museum halls, abandoned castles, pomegranate stains
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Concept: sleepy kisses in the dark, smiling against your lips.
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Reclaimed quarry swimming pool | Sheffield, MA
submission by ming85, gifs by orboloops5
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emily dickinson said “say, sea, / take me!” and virginia woolf said “i said to the star: ‘consume me’”
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It’s happening again.