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“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)

Gustav Vigeland Kneeling Man Embracing a Standing Woman

archive moodboard for @bigfrogs

You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted.

T.S. Eliot, from ‘Preludes (III)’, The Waste Land and Other Poems (via soracities)

Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via occasional-wolf-on-caffeine)

some of the photos i took on my run yesterday

♡ @mossangel ♡

“Matou a Família e Foi ao Cinema” (Júlio Bressane, 1969)

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

Khalil Gibran (via quotemadness)