Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it. (via blairwitchwaldorf)
Tag Archives: poetic
doll-lockets: “as sweet as lotus water,Her tears lay around her like a moat” —Anne Sexton, The Maiden Without Hands
isadorahaze: Immaculate emptiness
What ill could befall girls like that, long-legged in their hip-hugger pants and diaphanous summer dresses, with their clear eyes and sculpted faces? The heat of the day never touched them, they were living in another climate. Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via lilacpeach)
isadorahaze: “And in the dream he fell in love with the white wing of a bird stuck in stone in the middle of the sea.” —Oliver de la Paz, “The Death of Domingo Recto”
Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it. Andrei Platonov, Happy Moscow (via tropbourreepourbaiser)
I don’t mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. Beauty and femininity are ageless and can’t be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won’t like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it’s based on femininity. Marilyn Monroe (via observando)
isadorahaze: I cannot survive another winter.
edensamuelsgarden: “Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.” — Albert Camus, Return to Tipasa
Myths, so to say, are public dreams; dreams are private myths. Joseph Campbell, Myths to Live By (via hierarchical-aestheticism)