“Quiet, yet wild. Rough, and yet gentle,”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Child,”
Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. I don’t belong, and, my beloved, neither do you.
I overthink.
I over love.
I over feel.
I'm the sea or I'm nothing.
Black Swan | Vogue Korea 2016.09.06
Photographer YOO YOUNG KYU
Model Kim Seong-hee
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. - Victor Hugo
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
“The same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.”
“‘You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, god! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
23.01.20 Venezia
Allen Ginsberg: Some things, once you've loved them, become yours forever. And if you try to let them go, they only circle back and return to you. They become part of who you are...
Lucien Carr: ...or they destroy you.
Granada Cathedral.