“To Devastate Is Easier And More Spectacular Than To Create.”

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind

- A Midsummer Nights Dream, Williams Shakespeare

"We long for the lost"

-november-rage

they are the dusk that first kisses my cheek, their words a haunting ode to a lost goddess; ancient letters adorn the poems they’ve writtten and i consume each syllable feverishly, searching for my likeness within the epigram of their secret love

ig: rosenaufsuden

Black Swan | Vogue Korea 2016.09.06

Photographer YOO YOUNG KYU

Model Kim Seong-hee

23.12.19 Manchester

“The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.” - Oscar Wilde

She grows up feeling wrong, out of place, too dark, too tall, too unruly, too opinionated, too silent, too strange. She grows up with the awareness that she is merely tolerated, an irritant, useless, that she does not deserve love, that she will need to change herself substantially, crush herself down if she is to be married

Hamnet - Maggie O’Farrell

Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?

- William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

Wandering aimlessly among old paintings, losing myself in their silent poetry

The heart has its storms, has its seasons of drooping but also its calms and even its times of exaltation. There is a time of sighing and of praying but there is also a time of answer to prayer. Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.

Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to Theo van Gogh, 3 November 1876 (via weltenwellen)

“There was a grand piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair.”