soracities:

“He dances in the burning circle of peonies /  He sings in the blackbird’s song…”

Vasko Popa, excerpt from ‘The Blackbird’s Field’

velvetmysoul:

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weltenwellen:

“Yes. Life is very oriental. Only a few people chosen by the inevitability of chance have tasted the aloof and delicate freedom of life. It’s like knowing how to arrange flowers in a vase: almost useless knowledge. That fleeting freedom of life must never be forgotten: it should be present like a fragrance.”

— Clarice Lispector, Agua Viva

sonimage1965:

Isabelle Huppert and Emmanuelle Beart.

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bnmxfld:

“In my heart I love her all the time.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Great Gatsby

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oh-moan:

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.”

— Alfred Tennyson (via amargedom)

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rough-fuckingg:

Masturbate in front of me and tell me you know how badly I want you

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thevelvetpelican:

Try stuff. Put plants in your room even if you aren’t the best at caring for them. Attempt that dessert recipe even if it turns out ugly. Listen to that music you’ve been meaning to try for a while. The world is full of infinite sources of goodness and the best thing to do it to try and find as many as possible.

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