Léa de Lonval’s bedroom (Chéri, 2009)
“June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via berthemorisot)
ANNE CARSON
‘The Glass Essay’ from Glass, Irony, and God (1994);
personal photos, original edit
In rural Scotland you will stumble upon isolated houses in the most breathtaking locations and I entertain myself by making up stories about what the lives of the people inside are like. E.g. Byron and Mary live in that house with a Jack Russell named Rufus. Mary makes the sweetest blackcurrant pie and Byron takes his boat out nightly to placate the loch monsters with said blackcurrant pie. Loch monsters love pie, if you didn’t know. Rufus warns the couple of the land creatures that creep in the fog of the night. They live in contented (albeit occasionally chaotic) symbiosis with the cryptids.
my friend Fiona told me to post this photo of me so that it could get ’re-tumbled’
Mila Stepanova
My favorite feeling is when it’s winter and you wake up in the middle of the night and you look out the window and there’s snow on the ground and the sky is kind of light colored and it looks misplaced and kind of eerie but also comforting i love it the most
I live for elegance, mystery and sophisticaton but I also live for rawness, audacious sense of living and passionate unrefinement of feeling
(…) Everyone just pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere, the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes, the smell of too many illusions—
Louise Glück, from Sunrise in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via adrasteiax)
“My brother used to ask the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless but it is right; for all is like the ocean, all things flow and touch each other; a disturbance in one place is felt at the other end of the world.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov