Oh Dostoevsky

Perfection🖤

Outside the Opera, Paris - Jean-Georges Béraud - 1879

Oh, goodness I love you

"I had slipped into my own apartment and I was seized the scissors, which could put an end to my dreadful destiny... when the organ sounds were heard..."

Dear goodness. Hello, tears. Truly love of the most exquisite kind.

Definitely my favorite chapter of my favorite novel.

the phantom of the opera, gaston leroux

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps … perhaps … love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”

— L. M. Montgomery ~ Anne of Avonlea (via missemilymorland)

I just think they’re neat

I had to go back.

Wedding day

[…] for when one has fire within and a soul, one cannot keep bottling them up – better to burn than to burst […]

Vincent van Gogh, from ‘The Letters of Vincent van Gogh’ ⁠— Wilhelmina van Gogh c. summer or autumn 1887, tr. Arnold Pomerans