February 2012
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“Out there, among the countless gardens by the sea, I wanted to dig my fingers...”
– Henri Barbusse, Hell
icelandiclanguage:
The Icelandic word skúffuskáld means someone who’s secretly a poet. It literally means “drawer poet”, someone who writes poetry but chugs it all into his desk drawer instead of showing it to people.
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Cloud of tuberose incense making me feel rather dreamy. I wish everything smelled like flowers.
“I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.”
– Charles Baudelaire (via mythologyofblue)
“Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing...”
– Leonard Cohen, The Spice-Box of Earth (via fernsandmoss)
“There came to that room wild streams of violet midnight glittering with dust of...”
– H.P. Lovecraft (via fernsandmoss)
Anonymous asked: Favorite blogs that you follow?
“We felt the imprisonment of being a girl. The way it made your mind active and...”
– The Virgin Suicides (via wowloverly)
