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The Secret Garden (1993)
- Mary Elizabeth Frye
Evening fog bands drift out over San Francisco Bay
untitled by WeliWaca Film Gallery on Flickr.
worship and protect the earth more. i love the moon and sun as much as anybody but the earth is our mother and she gets very little respect. i know y'all feel our atmosphere changing.
My feelings are transparent, dangerously luminous, and they remain.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry written c. September 1911 (via violentwavesofemotion)
I live for elegance, mystery and sophisticaton but I also live for rawness, audacious sense of living and passionate unrefinement of feeling
“Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier are about to do one of the umpteen love scenes in Lady Hamilton. Olivier tickles Vivien’s wrist. She giggles. And cameraman Rudolph Maté shouts, ‘That’s right. Smile. I’m putting a special light on your smile.’ As though she needed it!” – Sheilah Graham
trees dont get enough love
they’re strong mighty beings who shield you from danger
they’re delicate ethereal beings enveloped in flower blossom, emitting the sense of love
their leaves crinkle under your footsteps, their leaves brush past you as you wander through the forest
trees arent scary, they’re wise and beautiful
whisper kind words to them as you walk past
they will protect you if you protect them
“I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “True Encounter,”
Royalty
A stag stands alone in the autumn mist.
Howl’s Moving Castle (2005) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
“How much did you say the room was?”
Laura Makabresku
Léa de Lonval’s bedroom (Chéri, 2009)
“I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.”
— Delmira Agustini, from Morning Songs: Poems; “The Wings,” c. 1910
In soundless dreams // Part 5
Have people preaching for their partners to be their saviors ever actually had to be that person? When your partner implies that you’re the only person who can fix them, that’s so much pressure forced on you.
My ex-boyfriend would tell me all his insecurities and his darkest stories and emotions, while he had a therapist, who he told nothing to. Eventually, I had to end it because I couldn’t bear the stress of feeling like his keeper and his only hope. I’m a good listener, and I want to give advice and help, but I’ve got my shit too, and it’s not my job to save someone else.
Also, therapists don’t become therapists for the hell of it. Who would go through years of schooling and still want to listen to horrible stories of trauma and pain and watch the people they help struggle or hurt themselves or kill themselves if they didn’t genuinely care? They have difficulty coping with the emotions that those experiences bring with them, and they are trained professionals.
Why should I be expected to be capable of doing the same?
y’all need therapy. not girlfriends
Ed van der Elsken : Pierre and Paulette (Kiss with Hand Around Cheek), 1951.
Van Gogh letters
“The sadness will last forever.”
Gustav Vigeland Kneeling Man Embracing a Standing Woman
archive moodboard for @bigfrogs
Erich Salomon - Kastanjeboom met feestverlichting, tegenover Koninklijk Paleis Noordeinde, 26-8-1938
aguas dulces, marzo 2018
it’s been raining non-stop and everything is alive
“You get what anybody gets - You get a lifetime.”
— The Sandman by Neil Gaiman
Analog Field Photos
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No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change…
Nathaniel Hawthorne (via wordsnquotes)
I am a world that cannot be explored in one day. I am not a place for cowards.
Caitlyn Siehl (via thelovejournals)