Lover of all things bleak, withered and melancholy.
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— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
"Beauty sleep" really is a thing. Don't underestimate how much your skin and body will rejuvenate and maintain itself with proper sleeping and relaxation. Incorporating a good sleeping routine combined with proper dieting and a skin regiment are crucial to maintaining a healthy appearance.
Euripides, transl. by Anne Carson, from "Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides," published in 2006
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
This forgotten castle (Château de la Mothe-Chandeniers) was abandoned after a fire In 1932. Seeing it up close is breathtaking. These days it seems like castles only exist in storybooks and Disney movies. What happened to the foreboding dwellings of our wealthiest ancestors? The truth of the matter is, while there are still many castles in Europe, many have fallen into disrepair and ruin over time. However, a group of preservationists in France are trying to save a 13th century castle that is slowly being reclaimed by nature. The story behind the abandoned property is just as fascinating as what’s left standing today. See an amazing video here.
Miguel Hernández, from The Selected Poems of Miguel Hernandez "Elegy for Ramón Sijé,"
Freedom or safe mode?
Consciousness. Wakefulness of the spirit. Passionate sensitivity. Psychic, emotional and spiritual oppenness.
(What is safe mode? I don’t know her and don’t want to know her.)
you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out
Twelve Coffee Pots - William Kentridge , 2012.
South African . b. 1955 -
Linocut, LR-cropped , 41 3/10 × 41 3/10 in | 105 × 105 cm.
“Mad people, people who stand alone and burn. I’m attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.”
— Susan Sontag, from a diary entry (via violentwavesofemotion)
in bed, as i make small lists for the week, i am daydreaming about tomorrow morning’s cup of coffee.
this is similar, though not quite, to how my morning will be devoted to daydreaming about an hour more of sleep.
Every time you can’t find the right words just remember that most of the time there is no need to verbalize at all. There’s nothing more poetic than your own inner silence. There’s nothing more outstandingly beautiful or terrifying than the thoughts which are “stubborn” enough to find no expression at the time. Accept restlessness. Accept temporary incapacity of eloquence or mindful, concrete realization. Cherish complexity, confusion and silence. Cherish the current flow of your own being. What doesn’t immediately come out, stays inside; but that shall not scare you. Look deeply into it all. And have patience.