Mahmoud Darwish, From “The Butterfly’s Burden; ‘We Walk On The Bridge’”, Tr. Fady Joudah.

“Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.”

— Orson Rega  

Every time I do something dramatic or extravagant I think to myself “this is for Lord Byron” or “Oscar Wilde would’ve loved this”. And I think it’s incredible sexy of me to do so. Conversely every time I get tipsy I think “it’s what Dorian Gray would’ve wanted”. Which is less sexy and more a moralistic problem but it’s whatever.

2007

saw u in a dream and wanted to stay with u forever and ever so i didn’t wake up until noon the next day

oh my favorite trope? two people who go through something so unique and agonizing and entirely beyond words that they have no choice but to create a bond that transcends all other types of love, thus acting as the sole point of understanding for the other person in a world that cannot fathom what they’ve been through

Harry Callahan, Weed, Aix-En-Provence, 1958

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Medieval Signet Ring, 15th-16th Century AD

A late Medieval silver ring probably Eastern European in origin.

With oval bezel, carved with a standing bird, it’s neck and head bent down, a star and crescent before it, the rim of the bezel and shoulders of the ring with decorative border.

tumblr mutual in my notes just apologized to me for interacting too much. babygirl we are bound by the blood oath

Knight at the Crossroads by Viktor Vasnetsov (1882)

The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923