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May 24 2017

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gawki: mare-y mermay

…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
— Emily Dickinson , The Letters Of Emily Dickinson 
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eyesaremosaics:
Large Roman cobalt blue glass jar, circa 1st - 2nd century A.D.

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I acted out my own destructiveness.
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955

People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing.
— Elizabeth Gilbert ,  Eat, Pray, Love
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May 23 2017

beautifulcentury:
Mucha 1896 La Plume Zodiac by Michael

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turndecassette:
No more ‘it’s too dark outside’. No more ‘i can’t feel my hands’, ‘this bog is haunted’, ‘the stars should not be moving like that’, ‘the lynxes sound like people when they scream and some day they’ll realize I’m not half as tough as I look’. It’s a new year and I’m not going to make any more excuses for myself.

May 22 2017

Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular.
I know I did.
— Robin Williams, Jack (1996)
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missusruin:
Last batch of witchsona commissions, first half.
Too many to fit on one post, so second half can be found here.
Individual posts & commissioner link backs can be found on the rest of my tumblr.

May 21 2017

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
— Sylvia Plath
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goodreadss:
Charles-François Daubigny: Skies

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hipster:  art

May 20 2017

You used to be alive, now you’re almost mythic.
— Alice Notley, from “ Songs and Stories of the Ghouls ” (via lesgardenias)

May 19 2017

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
— Socrates (via amortizing)
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loumargi:
Joseph Mallord William Turner (British, London 1775–1851 London)

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We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.
— Sophocles, Antigone
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