“Morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable” — the secret history, by donna tartt.
Who else just fucking loves the color green
“A golden cage is still just a cage.”
-Anita Krizzan
“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.“
– Oscar Wilde
“...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
Vincent van Gogh
tired eyes and ink stained hands trail across the pages, as the rain-swept buildings nestle underneath the gloomy skies, and the poems of baudelaire pour from my heart.
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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. - Victor Hugo
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)
“My winter days are spent forgetting you.”
When C.S. Lewis wrote “but some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
When Oscar Wilde said, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars," and, "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all," and, "The truth is rarely pure and never simple."