Peace, you never seemed so tedious As now – no, never quite like this.
~ Sappho
Views of Galleria Borghese, Rome
they are the dusk that first kisses my cheek, their words a haunting ode to a lost goddess; ancient letters adorn the poems they’ve writtten and i consume each syllable feverishly, searching for my likeness within the epigram of their secret love
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medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life.
but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
-John Keating; Dead Poets Society
There are accepted revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused revolutions, which are called riots.
Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
You kinda have to just be insane. And keep doing that forever
𝙾𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎, 𝙴 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚜 (𝟷𝟾𝟾𝟷)
you, who opened suns in my heart,
The greatest pleasure of life is sensation,
To feel that we exist,
Even in pain.
-Lord Byron
“A golden cage is still just a cage.”
-Anita Krizzan
tired eyes and ink stained hands trail across the pages, as the rain-swept buildings nestle underneath the gloomy skies, and the poems of baudelaire pour from my heart.
ig: rosenaufsuden
life is short. art is long. create it. breathe it. love it. most importantly, feel it. feel the good and the bad art. the questionable, unexplainable art that truly makes you think.